Yeah
B.Ars B.Ars B.Ars

I got Depression suppression
Like an obsession confessions
You got me bleeding inside
And never wandering why

I got expression obsession
Like an aggression profession
You got me dyeing inside
And then society’s fine

I ain’t popping no molly I’m popping the papa no pop her
Call me the chopper I’m choppin the blockers I’m dropping the mockers going maracas I’m doing Barack like oh
Never gonna go
Poppin and poppin and poppin Like oh
Homies be turning to foes
Family thinking I’m close to overdose
Oh no
Another glow
Another flow
I gotta show
I’m not gringo

I got problems too
I pursue to due
I would ask for you
And I’d shoot for you
I don’t want it all
But my all is you

And my heart’s been taking pumps been taking pumps
And my death is soon to come is soon to come

I got Depression suppression
Like an obsession confessions
You got me bleeding inside
And never wandering why

I got expression obsession
Like an aggression profession
You got me dyeing inside
And then society’s fine

Yeah
I got a ring
But my life’s a battle in like nine different rings
Going obscene
Makin chaching
No me importa lo que digan de mi
Yo soy así
Mi vida mi gira la lana la mala me hicieron sufrir
Dispara la bala se agacha la gacha retacha la santa
Ey ya

Mira como tiro necesito lo repito estos niños muñequitos auedan bien asustaditos pobrecitos
Pero quien tira las barras es el wey de la chamarra con el cora en la cara que no le asusta nah

So
I don’t know
why you still buggin me
No
I don’t care
why you been foolin me
Doing me sueing the worst of me has made the best of me so I guess the worst version is the best of me

I got Depression suppression
Like an obsession confessions
You got me bleeding inside
And never wandering why

I got expression obsession
Like an aggression profession
You got me dyeing inside
And then society’s fine