| I’ma do this one for my homies gone
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| The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
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| We all are from the danger zone
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| The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
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| I chose music, my homies chose yay
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| Some of my ballers chose the NBA
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| Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
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| Funeral parlors makin' all the change
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| Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
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| I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
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| All I wanted to be was a rock star
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| And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
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| El Chapo, Si
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| El Chapo, Si
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| All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
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| El Chapo
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| El Chapo, Si
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| All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
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| Gone 'til November, he ain’t comin' back
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| I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
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| Caught in the trap, hit from the back
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| They hid the steel
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| Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
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| Welcome to the rotten apple
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| The city of lights
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| No matter how days shine
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| They can’t steal the nights
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| Cause when the ghost knock knock
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| Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
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| The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
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| Better be with them artillery packs
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| They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
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| Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
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| They be flying through the air like vampire bat
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| Straight from the back when they attack
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| In the middle o' night when you up in the trap
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| You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
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| In the middle of bucking somebody get flat
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| I’ma do this one for my homies gone
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| The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
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| We all are from the danger zone
|
| The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
|
| I chose music, my homies chose yay
|
| Some of my ballers chose the NBA
|
| Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
|
| Funeral parlors makin' all the change
|
| When my cousin got his first tec
|
| I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
|
| All I wanted was to be a rock star
|
| And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
|
| El Chapo, Si
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| El Chapo
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| All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
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| El Chapo
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| El Chapo, Si
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| All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
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| When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
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| Turn up my guitar
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| When my cousin got his first tat
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| Acoustic trappin' in the basement
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| All I wanted was to be a rock star |