I didn't want to do it
You was acting foolish
Ese so i had to blast
Finger on the trigger
Smoking on some dabb
And my cuetes spitting fast
I represent my ghetto
Firme pandillero
Ese i was born to ride or die
You f*cking with the wrong one
Trucha when i pop some
And let my bullets fly
Everyone was runnin
I was Gunnin F*cking laughing
As these putos hit the floor
Slippen into Darkness
Feeling a bit Heartless
Like if i was ese al capone
Smile up on my Face
Everybodys Fake
Lord Forgive Me and My evil Ways
I was eighteen with a bullet
Living to the Fullest
Bumping oldies as i drove away