Pero ven acá, who you wanna be?
Drug Dealer? dime
Rap nigga?
You tryna save the culture?
Ay dios mio
You gotta pick one daddy
Leave your conscious at the door
We done hid the monsters in the floor
I speak to the trap lords
And niggas wit their hands in the white like [F]blackboards
I done been black balled
And never gave a f*ck ‘cause I’m Jack Frost
Of sellin’ that blast off
I’m on [C7]a crash course
Where talent meets timing
Christoρher Wallace, Think Big, keep climbing
Reasonable doubt, drug era, keep climbing
I’m my [A]brother’s keeper, Lord Willin’, keep grindin’
As a God amongst men
Rinsed drug money, I done paid for [Dm7]my [A]sins
Books and [Bm]the lawyers, I done paid for [Dm7]my [A]friends
Still held back, I done paid with my [A]skin
The only thing missing is a cape on [C7]me
You niggas wanna tag a late, great on [C7]me
Put the fears in my [A]peers, heard my [A]footsteps coming from the ɾear
Now it’s murder was [Am7]the case homie
I’m watching this three ɾing circus
Old lions don’t ɾoar, so the clowns ain’t nervous
Even you [A7fools serve purpose
Let ‘em [A]ɾun amuck until the king ɾesurface
Then it’s off with your heads
Wear your little jewels, you [A7could floss when you’re dead
They take samples of ‘em, I make examples of ‘em
It’s the thrill of the hunt, I keep my [A]mantle covered
Ask ‘Ye who’s loyalty more ɾealer
Ask P, who’s core’s a drug dealer
Me and [Bm]Tim, it's coming, it’s gonna kill ‘em
The only great I ain’t made better was [Am7]J. Dilla
Now we breaking new ground
Get ɾeady for [Dm7]the placing of the crown
King Push nigga!
