Yo, I can turn my vocals up just a little bit, yo, well, picture me crying in a JaguarPulled it off the lot, it's a lot, this one cost more than my dad's carI said don't drive drunk, sister said stay focused, best friend roll a bluntSo been feeling hopeless, I was crying in a Jaguar, I ain't even prayIt's like it is my tears and the words I never sayHold up, I don't get it, what you flying? Vanity fair, undercover, I don't want itI was listed number nine, people magazine, I had Latina with some swagPandemic in the van, we took a hit with Corona, he took a hit MarijuanaI guess we get what we wanted, next time I ain't for the targetNext time I make itNext time I make itNext time I make it for the targetI know that fame ain't where my heart isNext time I make it for the targetI know that fame ain't where my heart isTonight, I'ma share a little bit of where I'm fromI'm just a Puerto Rican chick from the Bronx, I love Jesus and hip-hop, that's my lineIn that order, I love Jesus and I love hip-hopHe saved my life, I was crazy, I did all kinds of drugs, I should've been deadI crashed in the car, I was crazy, I did all kinds of drugsFrom my car, drunk driving, I was crazy, right?And this crazy girl got saved by a perfect guyI'm just an imperfect girlThat got saved by a perfect guy