(Intro – mumbled, heavy bass)
Yeah… uh…
From the mud with it…
Paracho born…
Real niggas only…
Let’s go…
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(Verse 1 – English, mumble cadence)
Came from the dirt, from the gutter, from the streets with it,
Pocket empty but the hustle had the heat in it.
Talk loud but they soft, they delete with it,
I’m a wolf, one look make a bad bitch weak with it.
Yeah, money slow but the flex still mean,
I ain’t rich yet but I drip too clean.
Got a pretty lil’ thing wanna hop in the scene,
And her friend wanna ride — that’s a tag-team dream.
I’m a real one, real hitter, real savage on the grind,
You can see it in my eyes, I ain’t wasting no time.
Got scars on my heart, got pain in my spine,
But I’m up every day like “fuck it, I’m fine.”
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(Hook – Spanglish, heavy trap)
Yo vengo de abajo, and I’m stacking the bands,
De Paracho hasta Houston, yo hago lo que tú no haces.
No soy millonario, pero muevo las fans,
Tengo flow, tengo calle — soy michoacano y tengo más huevos que los demás.
Yeah…
Tengo más huevos que los demás.
Fuck a hater, yo soy el que manda detrás.
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(Verse 2 – Spanglish, dirtier, darker)
Crecí sin feria, puro lodo en mis tenis,
Pero ahora tengo hoes calling me “baby.”
Yo no juego, soy directo como un AK,
Mientras tú duermes, yo corriendo por el payday.
Bitch on my lap, wanna roll, wanna bounce,
She a freak, she a demon, do the most for an ounce.
But I’m focused on the bag, never chasing no clowns,
I’m a king from the gutter wearing no fake crowns.
Los golpes de la vida me dejaron afilado,
Mis sueños más grandes que el barrio donde he estado.
De Paracho pa’l mundo, siempre representado,
Tengo sangre mexicana y un ego elevado.
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(Verse 3 – English, hardest verse)
I don’t flash just to flash — every flex got a meaning,
I was broke on the floor now I’m whole and I’m beaming.
All these puss*** lil’ boys want smoke till I’m seen in
The zone with the bag and the grind undefeated.
I ain’t Hefner, but I pull more girls in a day
Than these wannabe players do in a whole damn decade.
Got a body on my arm, got two more in the shades,
Got respect in the streets without selling no fades.
I’m a motherf***in’ problem,
Still rising, never dropping.
Even broke, I was popping,
Now the drip, steady dropping.
I’m the man they can’t copy,
From the gutter, now I’m godly.
Put my soul in the hustle,
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me.
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(Hook – Spanglish)
Yo vengo de abajo, and I’m stacking the bands,
De Paracho hasta Houston, yo hago lo que tú no haces.
No soy millonario, pero muevo las fans,
Tengo flow, tengo calle — y tengo más huevos que los demás.