I wrote this shit up in a chamber with the dopest fingers
The regular label say you need a song with a single
And all that shit won’t work so now I’m rapping angry
With the same pin that Richard Pry used in the ‘80’s
And tell… I’m tryna catch up to him, and tell…I’m tryna fuck his ex-wife
And tell Da Vinci that I’m a bust, some of his art…
And my mind so far, I’m thinking bout the type of oil I’m about when I’m voting four year
Yeah, that’s so bizarre
I’m getting … I’m getting a condo, my fucking DJ..
I guess I get it, be to spin that new shit, that Cuban link probably get my ass an eco-trip
I told myself that I would never buy no damn jewelry
But when I get the chance I’mma splurge on that truly
I met a dame and her name was Carolina, she say she from that San Juan place in Argentina
She doesn’t fuck like she learned moves from Selina
She said our brother got killed by that nina
Nina, nina, nina

I could stop and be still, man, …
They told me go to school, get a job, get a grave
Well, I’mma drop out and be a failure like you say
What can I say, failure…too many break in the wall and we just gotta beat it
I met a dame and her name was Carolina, she say she from that San Juan place in Argentina
She doesn’t fuck like she learned moves from Selina
She said our brother got killed by that nina
Nina, nina, nina

I met a dame and her name was Carolina, she say she from that San Juan place in Argentina
She doesn’t fuck like she learned moves from Selina
She said our brother got killed by that nina
Nina, nina, nina