Bossa Nova Interlude

Smart kid Smoking weed in a quiet corner Headphones on Listening to Bossa Nova Grew up around Dragons, Kings and Cobras Had to get out the hood Or watch it steam roll ya Make your own path I never dream sober High off of life We champagne toasting Grew up on rice beans And tostones The protein changed But rarely pork homie Except lechon That's the shit I was on Back in the day Catch me hooping From the dusk till the dawn I would smoke a lil weed I would write a couple raps I remember Pun told me Keep the Mac In the back I remember in Miami Back when Vaud had the Ac On some legendary shit Enough with taking y'all back Hold up hold up hold up