Coastin

Swim through the desert like sharks, we're pushing fins through the sand Applying pressure like the ocean, exposing hearts of these men It's sacrifice and devotion, we bleed on work we put in We're in the land, New Mex coastin' never riding the trends Down to the bone, I'm Nuevo, kick it with cholos and gueros Got your girl losing her religion, but she'll keep the stilettos They say you're perros, want pedo, aim at your Mero mero Guns give you roses, bullets slide like velvet out of the metal Your boy should be draped with them medals, my level's reaching top tier And when I die shout to the moon, don't you shed you a tear I stood my ground, I had my shovel, stared at death with no fear I'll manifest when you press play, you'll feel my soul like I'm here They made me psycho like Sid, my Mic presence is so vicious They tell a story that they beat me, then you know that's fictitious We sharks swimmin through the fishes, clean your cake off your dishes I'm sent from hell with well wishes, a beast when that mode switches Mi corazn de soldado, chop cholos down to carnitas Tu mami es muy mojada, we smash that bitch like papitas Pardon me, mamacita, don't mean to leave you in black But if tu hombre's opposition, he won't ever come back I'm in that black whip and black mask, them black gloves on that black grip Them dark sounds turned white noise, that Uber for your last trip That tight shit kept floating once, them Ziplocs sealed them loose lips That pirate New Mex coasting, that same clique releasing new clips Swim through the desert like sharks, we're pushing fins through the sand Applying pressure like the ocean, exposing hearts of these men It's sacrifice and devotion, we bleed on work we put in We're in the land, New Mex coastin' never riding the trends Yellow and red when I walk by, like I'm waiting on that green light That Zia's in my bloodline like a vampire on his first bite I step up to the plate and hit that shit like I'm can't get right That fuel inside my veins turns into flames inside my windpipe The pain inside my heart turns into rage and I can't sleep tight Hunger pangs inside my stomach turns to hunting and it's on sight Enchant you in the land and wolves will eat you after midnight The struggle of my life turns into artwork when Mozart writes Steady dropping them rolas, I'm swerving riding with cholas I'm rolling up packs of the mota, still packing a loaded pistola And all our hynas are loca, duck and dodging the chota We're New Mex coastin' through my city, bubbling up like some soda