I was born and grew up in a hood that wasn't paved Many girls, many suitcases, many lost the lift But I was born and grew up, and to this day I haven't lost It's my flow, Mike D, my nigga, Jin On my way Pay, pay, pay It's my flow, to get it, on the way Bitch wants a tongue, sticks to the mall and asks for Balenciaga She only loves a suitcase, vulgo 6 from Quebrada Smoking pot, inside the Tesla, I don't even smoke weed, I'm nothing and I don't deny Grams and grams, roll a candle, grams and grams, roll a candle But inside the old rhyme in the neighborhood, this *** governs by asking for recess This *** at school loves rhymes, I understand Cash in your pocket, I understand I don't want your bitch Got my hoe Pick rock and roll Guns and rose Look at everything I brought Go, drop this candy Look back, it's gone Watch out for the dark of the night I used to survive, then I lived Today I'm not even alive, I'm always enjoying For those who stress me out, it's something that doesn't make me smile Worried about making money flow Our rap is weak, not even killing hunger Our rap is heavy, watch out for the addiction You know the plug is on the phone It arrives fast like a plane Wait, stop, notice All the boys with the glass in their hand I leave you red like you have vision You're pathetic like attraction Now see if you understand the dilemma Don't say the rest because it's not worth it We don't like cops like Athena Believe me, only those who can take it walk with me Big S moves like a slow wall Several options like what is mint Several options like what is mint Oh Mike, solve it now Smoking everything, no problem Oh Mike, solve it now