Lyrics:
of cargo? (Woo)
I pull off in Barstow (Barstow)
I call up Carlo, he call up Marco (hello?)
Bet the drugs got a barcode
Man, this shit done made my heart
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
it was a gun the crowd or some thunder
All of that was out my window when I was younger
Now I'm much older, lyrical clap MC's
If you don't know by
wreckgonize, nigga
Carlos, the base head, is lurkin'
Askin' for change nigga constantly urkin'
Ms.Elizabeth callin' out the window to her husband Joe
Nigga died
can't catch up
I'm blessed by the lord, Trinity keybord
Peace to Filero representng Freeport
I'ma rock the casper, cold as Alaska
I'm sipping on a twoza
blow smoke
I don’t tell lies coz we’d be going blowing smoking jokes
I’ll tell you this and and tell you that
Like a therapist and I’ll call you back
don't end till the sun come up
Let me just mind my business
Running up the bag like it's fitness
Catching this rhythm like it's dipping
Whip came thru got
Taylor was the jungle
Rappers didn't mumble
Gangster's didn't dance, you got popped
You wore a muzzle
Street's had a code, we don't know you
We don't love
passed
It's the reason I'm mad
It's the Latino in black
Who leaves you completely aghast
Oh, that's me, Carlos if you can't understand
What
A man with
on my name, that just leaves me in conversation
Claim you ain't a fan but stay bringing my name up in rotation
This is the matrix, don't pop pills I
Yea
Closed eyes, open letters, hoping better
Hold on, so so long don't know better
I was wiping anxious sweats off my sweater
Thinking if I got it
even love at all?
My other half is lost, I'm told
But I don't know
I don't know
Half-crying I make up my bed
Half-thinking I could see your shape in it
will never be a day when
I don’t miss that show it is home
To me and I am so grateful
That I got my start there with
All of those true angel humans
" she
you can kick it by yourself I don't wanna chill today
I ain't know no better first time hitting had a field day
Left out stomach wouldn't stop growling
My Heart Is Truly Yours
2023 Carlos J. Saldaña Music - All Rights Reserved
Every moment of life & love that has passed me by,
Only served to make
the face of the fucking country
The common man conning his way with bags of contraband
We don't praise uncle Sam we rather keep all our cash in hand
sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That
and Carlos, all peeps at Fat Beats
Street sweep, strip the lock after we rock
The world is in my hand, but I'm in Pandora's Box
Think the bigger picture is
sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That
Óyeme, Carlos, llévame en tu bicicleta
Quiero que recorramos juntos esa zona
Desde Santa Marta hasta La Arenosa
Lleva, llévame en tu bicicleta
Pa'
(Blue) (Carlos is here)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeaugh, (I love the hills) yeah yeaugh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
It's a narrow road, bitch I don't know
building no Legos all your bitches saying hello
When we pass by on the street, you grinding your teeth
Cause secretly you know she wishes you was more like
gimme borrow
As long as I got yay and two semi autos
And connects in the jets like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow just think about
niggas all cap
Talking drought tho
Every other day
I buy’em all out tho
I gotta find a line or a don wit carload
Not a fake six9 nigga name Carlos
Fuck it
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