JALENHERO - GUNS Lyrics

"Man what is you doing? Go in the studio with f*cking clips! Clips! Ammo!
Who- who we shooting at? Huh? Positive subjects, bitches, niggas, fake niggas
Club songs, hoes that shake- who I'm shooting at? Imma shoot 'em in they f*cking head
Who I'm shooting at? I got bullets for days...
These niggas ain't got no f*cking ammunition man, how the f*ck you gon' go to war?"
Guns blazing, groundbreaking, never fading, success craving
God's angel but write fire with the hand of Satan
Way paving, place raiding, jump making
Know some niggas working with tan like they sunbathing
I'm 40 stories up in the Astoria
Genuine euphoria, descendant of warriors
Protect my energy, can't f*ck my aura up
Kings and Queens in my lineage, I got royal blood
More than my enemies, I pray God reveals my treacherous friends
Cut a snake off at the head, I make changes not amends
True to myself, follow my dreams instead of trends
More money, more problems, well shit I'd rather stress in a Benz
Playing above the rim, you wasn't with me in the gym
When I was working reaper hours and the struggle got grim
Try to break me but I never bend, they hurt when I win
That's why the acronym GUNS means "Get Under Niggas Skin"
Peep what I'm saying, it's deep what I'm saying
The deeper the mind, the deeper the man, yea
Stand up after every fall, brawl with my back on the wall
They ask me what I been through, I tell em "it all"
"You know, you're always affected by opinion but the
The more opinions there are of you the less I look at them
Because I just can't concern myself too much with what other people think, you know?
It's just not healthy"
Young Papito, drunk off 7 mojitos
Feel like Ace Boogie in a world full of Ricos
Built strong from within nigga my soul like Home Depot
Crafted everything myself, from the groundwork to the keyhole
Outsiders looking in, I aim the barrel at the peephole
Mind, body, and spirit, gotta protect that trio
I prefer things calm & peaceful, tranquilo
You know you can't play games with a nigga who got the cheat codes
All white like a kilo, got the Ghost & Tapatio
That's the power & the sauce
Dios, soy bendito
Long before I was born God had my story escrito
Maldito, this shit forever, infinito
Yo necesito, un poquito, freak hoe, thick culito, suavecito, muy bonito
Mexican spice roll up on me like a taquito
Got me drinking tequila and dancing to Despacito
World at war, be prepared or seek refuge
Trained to be all in, niggas do more stalling than restrooms
Young God, let me bless you
Big Super to the rescue
1/19 Day of legends, birthday twins with my nephew
Yuck know I would go to war for Tre like he mine
Trade shots, trade bodies, we can trade any crime
Well aware that I got opponents who I pray I decline
Far from broke but life is better if I pay you no mind
F*ck you mean
I'm outta here