1999

As a young kid hustla busting moving left to right born in 99 I know you feel the vibe ima stay live on stadium breaking rhymes I stay high smoking woods don’t forget to clean the leaf damped that hoe with the paper put the Mota roll it nice firmly you can’t roll like me homie

You don’t even know me

Born in '99, a hustla on the grind,

Moving left to right, feel the vibe, rewind.

Stadium breaking rhymes, young kid so live,

Smoking woods, clean the leaf, the Mota I revive.

Roll it nice, firmly, can't roll like me,

Chicano style, that's the pedigree.

In the barrio, where the stories unfold,

You don't know me, homie, I'm the one so bold.

In '99, a hustla, born in the street,

Moving left to right, feel the rhythm, feel the beat.

Stadium-breaking rhymes, in the Chicano heat,

I stay live on the mic, no defeat.

Smoking woods, clean the leaf, damped and neat,

Mota in the air, rising like the concrete.

Roll it nice, homie, can't roll like me,

Chicano style, that's the pedigree.

In the barrio where the stories unfold,

Murals on the walls, tales of silver and gold.

I'm the young kid breaking through the mold,

You don't know me, homie, I'm the one so bold.

In '99, born in the street, gritty and raw,

Spitting on the mic, hear the lion's roar.

Chicano style, I ride the rhythm's tide,

Stadium-breaking rhymes, in the game, I confide.