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[Emilio Rojas]
Yeah, I saw a woman get hit on Amsterdam, she tryna to cop her some shit
Right across from the barber shop, a car on top of her head
That Columbian Presbyterian pronouncing her dead
She died the first time that needle ever punctured her skin
Now are we citizens or immigrants? They ainât fill they census in
In the middle of criminals, hoping to get a legitimate business in
No minimum wage, now they be giving them minimum sentences
If they gonna live in a cage, well then they family gonna live better, shit
Now my incentive is to keep my people wealthy
Eating, organic, I keep my people healthy
Leaky, Titanic, them freaky women love me
Young Hispanics in galleries up in Chelsea
Ah, what the fuck you mean I ainât nice?
Iâm lightning and striking twice, exciting as any vice ah
I got you begging me for your life
Until your knees looking like the fucking Passion of the Christ ah
Where they be doubling bags half price
Keeping an eye out for the vice or when the Dâs pass by
Life a crap shoot, we rolling them stacked dice
For bills that are past due, hoes that are stacked nice
âCause we advocates, we savage, shit, Impalas always passing it
Piojos always staggering âcause you could get a bag for ten
The high is now even if tomorrow cancerous
Donât worry about the future when all thatâs holding is jowl or death
We holding shallow breath, all of my people are looking at whips
And chains like if thatâs success but they canât pass the test
She 16 and showing ass and breasts âcause mama said fuck a bachelor degree
Go get a bachelorette and start a family, donât start a career, yeah
Thatâs the mentality for daughters up here yeah
The latest block gossip, man, thatâs all that you hear
Like, âYo, who fucking who?!â and âWho about to get cheers?â
Itâs all addictions and convictions and ritual superstitions
Botanicas on the corner with rosaries in the windows
Pastors donât give a shit about Jesusâs crucifixion
âCause they be getting they money from skimming out the collections
Sinners with imperfections, agendas and hid intentions
Bitches is whipping Benzes, we Section 8 on they rented
Kids that ainât know they father, the odds have been stacked against us
Thatâs just the way that we living on 167th