On my mama, I promise that we gon' live and propser
'Cause we both know that blood more thick than water
But f*ck so called family who try to feel empowered
Who call child services on my mama
I had a social worker, knockin' at my door
Could've waited to show her my new broken home
Almost stripped my little sister head to toe
All for a false report
Stupid bitch, do you know what you did to me
'Cause of you I was almost out of a family
Imagine if that shit became a reality
Who would wrap my presents and hide them under a Christmas tree
Ayyo T, yo dog I feel so alone
You got something to give so I can hold my own?
I got these eyes on me like Tupac Shakur
Screaming Thug Life at a Lulu Lemon store
You know what saddens me
I can't stand to speak at f*cking family gatherings
Nothing to offer, I know nothing they can off me
All I want is Abuelito to tell me that he's proud of me
In a few years, I'll be on Hermosa Beach
With a great ass view that you can never reach
And a nice ass honey with the foreign speech
Getting chocolate boards without the sponsor me
I'm telling you dog that I'll back it up
Like f*cking Juvenile in a broken down Acura
I don't say nigga 'cause maybe I'm not black enough
Isn't my nose black enough?
Shout out to the homies that didn't make the effort
You're second guessing our friendship as you spin the record
It only takes a couple of seconds to send a f*cking message
But don't worry about it, I go the message
If I'm being honest I can't shed a tear
'Cause I had my emotions down with a Belvedere
Leaning left and right without the power steer
Hope I crash and burn into some Fallow deer
Who knows, things might end up getting better
I can't count on this sweater in f*cking Melbourne weather
All I got is me to get my f*cking life together
But sometimes I really lack the effort
When I come back, things will be a little different
But don't you get it twisted, my bro is still autisitc
At least moms will have a bigger kitchen
To my friends and
Family, I'm
Truly sorry
Soy malcriado
All these things they
Live within me
It's too late now
Soy mal creado
Anthony Estrada - Malcriado Lyrics
Anthony Estrada - Malcriado Lyrics
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On my mama, I promise that we gon' live and propser
'Cause we both know that blood more thick than water
But f*ck so called family who try to feel empowered
Who call child services on my mama
I had a social worker, knockin' at my door
Could've waited to show her my new broken home
Almost stripped my little sister head to toe
All for a false report
Stupid bitch, do you know what you did to me
'Cause of you I was almost out of a family
Imagine if that shit became a reality
Who would wrap my presents and hide them under a Christmas tree
Ayyo T, yo dog I feel so alone
You got something to give so I can hold my own?
I got these eyes on me like Tupac Shakur
Screaming Thug Life at a Lulu Lemon store
You know what saddens me
I can't stand to speak at f*cking family gatherings
Nothing to offer, I know nothing they can off me
All I want is Abuelito to tell me that he's proud of me
In a few years, I'll be on Hermosa Beach
With a great ass view that you can never reach
And a nice ass honey with the foreign speech
Getting chocolate boards without the sponsor me
I'm telling you dog that I'll back it up
Like f*cking Juvenile in a broken down Acura
I don't say nigga 'cause maybe I'm not black enough
Isn't my nose black enough?
Shout out to the homies that didn't make the effort
You're second guessing our friendship as you spin the record
It only takes a couple of seconds to send a f*cking message
But don't worry about it, I go the message
If I'm being honest I can't shed a tear
'Cause I had my emotions down with a Belvedere
Leaning left and right without the power steer
Hope I crash and burn into some Fallow deer
Who knows, things might end up getting better
I can't count on this sweater in f*cking Melbourne weather
All I got is me to get my f*cking life together
But sometimes I really lack the effort
When I come back, things will be a little different
But don't you get it twisted, my bro is still autisitc
At least moms will have a bigger kitchen
To my friends and
Family, I'm
Truly sorry
Soy malcriado
All these things they
Live within me
It's too late now
Soy mal creado
'Cause we both know that blood more thick than water
But f*ck so called family who try to feel empowered
Who call child services on my mama
I had a social worker, knockin' at my door
Could've waited to show her my new broken home
Almost stripped my little sister head to toe
All for a false report
Stupid bitch, do you know what you did to me
'Cause of you I was almost out of a family
Imagine if that shit became a reality
Who would wrap my presents and hide them under a Christmas tree
Ayyo T, yo dog I feel so alone
You got something to give so I can hold my own?
I got these eyes on me like Tupac Shakur
Screaming Thug Life at a Lulu Lemon store
You know what saddens me
I can't stand to speak at f*cking family gatherings
Nothing to offer, I know nothing they can off me
All I want is Abuelito to tell me that he's proud of me
In a few years, I'll be on Hermosa Beach
With a great ass view that you can never reach
And a nice ass honey with the foreign speech
Getting chocolate boards without the sponsor me
I'm telling you dog that I'll back it up
Like f*cking Juvenile in a broken down Acura
I don't say nigga 'cause maybe I'm not black enough
Isn't my nose black enough?
Shout out to the homies that didn't make the effort
You're second guessing our friendship as you spin the record
It only takes a couple of seconds to send a f*cking message
But don't worry about it, I go the message
If I'm being honest I can't shed a tear
'Cause I had my emotions down with a Belvedere
Leaning left and right without the power steer
Hope I crash and burn into some Fallow deer
Who knows, things might end up getting better
I can't count on this sweater in f*cking Melbourne weather
All I got is me to get my f*cking life together
But sometimes I really lack the effort
When I come back, things will be a little different
But don't you get it twisted, my bro is still autisitc
At least moms will have a bigger kitchen
To my friends and
Family, I'm
Truly sorry
Soy malcriado
All these things they
Live within me
It's too late now
Soy mal creado
Writer: Anthony Estrada
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