Lyrics Latino Pt. 2 - Joell Ortiz, !llmind, Chris Rivers

Latino Pt. 2

Cry first and laugh last
Television was on, we never had dads
And the city was flooded with mad crack
Cause they experiment on minorities like we lab rats
Priorities, it’s fuck authority
A man that can stand on his own and show maturity
I ain’t ever ask for a loan, I’ve been supportin' me
Takin' cash from hoes like a sorority
Oh yeah they comin' for your life
Con Ed, I’m comin' for your light
It’s bonded, I’m livin' out of spite
You ain’t bleed then it wasn’t worth the fight
I’m givin' y’all bread and water, ah bread and water all they get
And it ain’t shakin' no hands, so fuck your politics
This isn’t makin' a band, I burn a lot of bridges down
Then I played in the ash like fuck a following
All we ever wanted was good pussy and credit scores
Their own cars is better than all our rentals are
I’m sick of y’all, dudes switchin' and gettin' hot
Like Bruce Jenner and menopause
Ain’t never told us detox the senators
I say they sent us to detox the criminals
So the minute that we pop his genitals
Emilio ain’t gon' ever fall, I told y’all
Everybody pressin' charges, they ain’t change where I’m from
It’s no game, even Ndamukong Suh
Connect try to keep me out the loop
It’s canine proof, all my birds in the coop
Niggas wanna see me in the cage (but why?)
My lawyer gets surprised with the money I save (ching ching!)
I’m low like Fetty Wap’s left eye
I coulda sworn I saw Left Eye in Best Buy
Nike slippers, read the paper on the milk crates
Sippin' Arizona, I got stripes like a Zebra Cake
Believe me, fast money like a relay
Shopped in SoHo when Prince Street had replays
>D-day?clashing mandible???<
Put you in the earth, what it’s worth you can act natural
The pragmatical mathematical rappin' cannibal
Who ramp with animals, Bronx nigga that has an attitude
You see my avenue is compatible with a battle room
I never sold crack, just wrote dope lines to hand to you
Package that, I got the Cadillac of flows
Cataracs these hoes cause I’m soundin' like platinum gold
You never see a ghost, that’s what me and my dad was told
So now I’m pickin' up the torch while these labels haggle my soul
Y’all can suck the undercuts of my nuts while I take a shit
Only spend nights, I don’t gotta know what patience is
All you niggas bitches, to exist you gotta take my rent
Blow your fuckin' head off clean bro, save the witness
Latino, I’m that and I’m proud
If you don’t know us, let me tell you about
Niggas that slam their dominoes loud, let you see copy
cheek choffy
Cherry coco, peña drip 'til your teeth sloppy
Hustlers become connects when they need papis
Nissan, Honda, Chevy on the back block
Runnin' routes with the bow bow in the stash box
When I speak it’s chop yaow, I’m a New Yorican
Calderon on the phone, I’m in Loiza creepin'
Y’all hangin' on resorts to just chill
I’m in the 'caserios' take a walk down the hill
One way in, one way out, where y’all all could get killed
Leave them niggas alone, that’s how the officers feel
Nigga, my people, beach, 98 gettin' our tan on
Slippers walkin' on Orchard, hittin' the sand strong
But plan wrong, it will transform
Wet you then find a Jet Blue out to San Juan
We don’t look for parties, the party’s wherever we go
Turn the corner section to the 4th of Julio
Too much to fit in one 16
So let me cook like the festival on 1/16
Mean, my career’s been like one sick dream
A nightmare, scary how I does this thing
You ain’t elite, I’m made of deep
God thought he was stuntin' when he created me
Rap’s Bobby Fischer, nigga please take a seat
I made you in three moves: ink, paper, beat
Y’all keep playin', nigga, we play for keeps
Stop claimin' to be what my eyes don’t see though
Every verse I spit, you get an 'ay dios mio'
This time with my amigos, Latinos