Baby Chain

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Swaggy pretty Puerto Rican version of Fidel Castro What am I really but my skills and my workin value? Trynna make a million outta my 2 cents Hold a lot inside so tonight I gotta vent And I move fast for the bread, no lent contradictions, bow my head yeah I gotta repent Gold baby chain like a tiny little blessing Fresh as baby Jesus that's my holy confession, uh Gotta rep the streets swear to God that's my whole passion Little bit humble and a little tiny bit flashy Can't do a shack but I don't need a whole mansion Sumn real slick and I gotta keep a couple baddies One real slim, one with a thick fatty These are just my thoughts and I say em cuz it don't matter Social constructs I don't gotta please nobody Nothing exists, we are all just nobodies Imma make scene til I'm just a cold body Diamond on my neck, Nikes on my feet Diamond on my lap ready for the d Elias Ali young Latin papi From the concrete, to the palm trees All I can see is blood on the leaves All I believe in is everyday needs All I can see is pain and relief Love for the people so I hate the police Badass mami makin love in the sheets Hope in my heart as I march to the beat 'Breakthrough News' in my ears and I peep Worldwide strength and solidarity So I hold on for another day just to see Revolutionary optimism is the key Look, revolutionary optimism (ok, hey!) This is just a rant so I say as I please I am not a academic but I read and I think Analyze the world and I daily critique Even when Im smokin on the herb and the trees Worldwide shit, what's the word on the street? When they look back in time tell me, where will you be? Right or the wrong side of history? Idk just a thought back to swag and the sleaze Pussy so good had to start all over You could prolly find me on ya old girl sofa Prolly one day on ya baby girl poster Puerto Rican flag on my bamboo coasters Some like 'papi champu lil hova' Dumb ass lines that I gotta mull over BX rhymes realized for the moment BX rhymes realized for the moment Swaggy pretty Puerto Rican version of Fidel Castro What am I really but my skills and my workin value? Trynna make a million outta my 2 cents Hold a lot inside so tonight I gotta vent And I move fast for the bread, no lent contradictions, bow my head yeah I gotta repent Gold baby chain like a tiny little blessing Fresh as baby Jesus that's my holy confession uh Let me find out Let me find out, oh oh Let me find out Let me find out, oh oh