| I know Colombians, and amigos
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| I’m the neighborhood hero
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| If I front everyone a kilo
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| I might be a superhero
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| I know Colombians, and amigos
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| I’m the neighborhood hero
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| And when that choppa go beast mode
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| Don’t try to be no super hero
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| When there work on the way, this shit can get real
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| Money got caught on the highway, fucked up a mill
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| And the plug from Medellin
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| But I keep shooters on the team
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| And I come up like
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| Mama I will never be a failure
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| Ain’t no telling what I sell ya
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| I got shit rock bricks, locked up in the trailer
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| I’m the neighborhood hero
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| Fishing for a lick, ya nigga nemos
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| I heard they got me on the fedness
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| Niggas beefin' for the bricks like I’m on craiglist
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| Bitch I just left out of Puerto Rico
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| I was fucking with them amigos
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| And Jefe been fucking with the coco
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| But we gon' keep that on the d-low
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| In the suite with 3 hoes
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| Choppas for my young niggas, that be at your
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| Chichi super heros, chichi we got kilos
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| If ya wanna act, we gon' shoot ya like D. Rose
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| Niggas call me ironman, cause I keep the irons man
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| Nigga, I got the weight, you selling dimes man
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| Snort this line man, turn to Frankenstein man
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| Chopping out of section 8, I keep my nine man |