LEARN LYRICS

The youngest of the family

Is the one I'm gonna tell you about

I chill and light a joint

When I get to Culiacán

I go, I come, I head out, I hit the States

If it's about working

Don't let yourselves get fooled

That age will never matter

So that the family doesn't suffer

He kills it in Los Angeles

Gerry knows that he's appreciated

This one's for the whole crew

He's already around here

All the way to Los Angeles, man

School was never my thing

I just got to work instead

A good friend at the Platinum

Hopped in to go drink

I don't like fake people

I'm chill and I can shout

My buddy Silos at your service

From the L with the A

And in Phoenix I almost lost it

I gambled it, it called for it

Heads up, 'cause Junior doesn't forgive

Live music hypes me up

And real friends