LEARN LYRICS

The iPhone rings

It's time to work

A classy dude

Can't be compared

I'm born and raised

Out there in Michoacán

I came at eight

To the States to work

Thanks to my father for guiding me

Thanks to my mother for creating me

With a red-label one

I party at 100

A wind band

Gets good

The four initials

All the way to the Apple neighborhood

Around Houston, Texas

They'll see me

A Saint Jude on my chest

Protects me

The Apple neighborhood

I'm from right here

We don't mess with bullsh*t

I roll with my buddy David

April of 2018

There was a betrayal

To pay for the broken dishes

Of another b*stard

My old man, don't get down

Because I'm here

To help you and guide you

I've grown up

With a red-label one I say goodbye

A band playing pounds in my ear

Junior H hosting, always in the noise

From the Apple neighborhood, I say goodbye