People sometimes don't care, they don't -
They they're so busy with themselves
They're so busy growing
So busy trying to be something
And they forget
Until something tragic happens in their lives
Until they lose somebody or they
Lose something in their life
They say, "why didn't I do the right thing?
Why didn't I say what I
Always wanted to say?"
I'm trying to say it now while I am alive

I was taught to die with my
Boots on my enemy's throat
Not slumped over in my wife's
Lap like Kennedy's dome
But you don't get to choose
Death unless your serenity's broke
Loss of suicidal hanging from
Your sanity's rope
So we live like the shadow of death
Is upon us to the fullest fuck with us
You'll go from full of shit
To full of bullets
We the masters of the darkest of arts
In the shroud of the shadow
Till the hellfire is sparked
The revolution will be classified
This song is programmed to self-destruct
See you in the afterlife
See you in the promised land
Of milk and honey where we kill for money
Where every hundred dollar bill is
Stained with guilt and bloody
Where every single truth is tainted by lies
Where every pistol shoot hatred like
The blaze in the sky
Composed like a symphony
Orchestrating the crimes
Spraying the nine, explode instantly
Taking what's mine la Coka Nostra fleece
Exclusive like Snow Beach
Shooters with chrome heat
40-Belows and gold teeth
Rather turn in my grave than
Turn into a slave
Committing murders in a haze
Empty these burners in your face, homie

Coka Soldier fatigues
Exclusive like Snow Beach
Shooters with chrome heat
40-Belows and gold teeth
Fillets of black, spilling militant rap
Buck 'em have 'em kicking the bucket
Like a Gilligan hat

Polo loco on my torso, know no one before me
Stutter Step 6, stumbling with a stogie
I'm Obi Wan Kenobi and a
Ralph Lauren Snow Beach
Monogamous mostly, condom glowing
Eighty-eight, Daisy Age, pot holes
Grumpy cut, low scarf, fly lows
Chronologic objects, gossip with the goblins
Cottage where the God is
Gunning by the garbage
Knowledge is infinite, militant, dividends
Different, wear slippers by Michelin
Groups in they group, minute made soup
This ain't my debut, niggas ain't new
La Coka Nostra, gorra cola conga
All my nieces look like Dora Dora
Double L general, thirsty Puerto Rican
No mercy worth me
Knock your fucking teeth in

I rock the Polo hoodie while
I lay tracks with Marco
Lay sacks till my fingertips
Darker than choco
Used to hang around Puerto-Rocks
Calling me Flacko
Saying, "Uno ocho siete" on
An undercover narco
Early on it was apparent I was
Off to a wack start
Born with yellow teeth, red eyes
And a black heart but things changed, homie
Now I got a black card
American Express, pushing heroin for less
Packing metal in this bitch
I'm the Devil in the flesh
Yeah, my attitude, it stinks
But I've never been as fresh
I'm the bad guy that they ain't
Got the evidence to get
The dollar's in the toilet and
The president is dead
Said the world ain't got no
Skies, look at Heaven, is it red?
Triple sixes follow me
I'm banging sevens in my bed
I'm a Christian, listen to me
Hang a reverend by his head
Dangled by his neck
Tangled in my fucking spider web
I'm an alpha male
Put a gun in the mouth of men
Up inside the Polo ranch and
Knocking off a Ralph Lauren
I'm a low life, left my old life
The green white with a gold stripe
Old type with the OE
I'm a OG that you don't like

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