LEARN LYRICS

From the original corridos
Homie Myke Towers
From PR
Indica, my homie
Up to Cali, for
My kin, he says
Here the powder's for sale
There's no trouble with the law
I'm popping the rubber bands
Don't freak out, I'm a thug
I grew up in the crossfire
And I've got enough to protect myself
The clone's booming
Through the streets of my crew
Yeah, the cops already know that I'm the one driving
Don't mess with me, you know that I'll go head-to-head
Put more diamonds on the chain, it looks badass
My neck's on froze, but my heart is cold
PR taught me respect, my word gained weight
May the ones who got locked up get out soon
Flowers for the dead
I never envied, I always waited for my moment
Thanks to the connect that's overseas
That's my relative, with or without money
I'm still the same, I was born to be king
I crown and celebrate the deals that I closed
Indica, homie
He says
And we're in the crossfire, cousin
One he'll die for
Waiting for me in El Fe
Weird is the one who keeps doubting
For all I care, let them keep talking
A Patek on the wrist
Hundreds are left over
The mind's always blank
And I've flipped the bank
Yeah, the cops already know that I'm the one driving
Don't mess with me, you know that I'll go head-to-head
Put more diamonds on the chain, that's badass
My neck's on froze, but my heart is cold
Young Kingz, baby
Hell yeah, old man
SM enterprise, street mafia
That sh*t's gonna come out f*cking dope, hehe