Hacia Arriba

I’ve flown, looked up and didn’t even flinch
Better listen up so you know how it went down
I perfected my game and played it well
I fell down, got back up, sure I smoked and then I recorded it

'Cause here it’s all laid out and no backing down
And you guys are so torn up you can’t even see
Homie twist it, in rap you can make it
Your world is my pipe and like hash, it’s gonna stack up
Just to smoke it, we’re taking this trip

And I guarantee you’re gonna stay
Wanna forge ahead? Come on homie, let’s go
You medicated, stop, pull up, come and hit it
Remember cousin, four tanks then roll it
'Cause later there’s nothing when they shout, “Run!”
That’s life in my hood, more or less man
So come through if you wanna smoke

I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun
I'm not the type of girl to walk around with a loaded gun
I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun
I'm not the type of girl to walk around with a loaded gun

She’s like that, wakes me up with a kiss
That’s gonna pull me out of this damn hell
So get ready 'cause I’m dying
Or lay down with me 'cause I’m about to touch the sky

Here we buy glory with a hundred
Nothing in the wallet, a lot for the memory
I tell him that time doesn’t matter
'Cause without time, life is way too short

Light it up, smoke it, live, break free
I bring the essence in my words to the surface
Kisses of cannabis, poison with honey
We ride with the wind with nothing to lose

In this world
In this nauseating world
We need more homies, push past the bullshit and
I disappear with the smoke
Walker of this red sky, I go without any fear

Oh Mary, Mary make me fly
Take me with your wings 'cause I wanna escape and run from here
Paint my gray world green
'Cause I suffer my madness if my madness is for you, baby yeah

I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun
I'm not the type of girl to walk around with a loaded gun
I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun
I'm not the type of girl to walk around with a loaded gun
We never run when the next game comes true
I’m just trying to get this message through to you

We came here to have a good time
We’re smoking and joking, rapping against the counter guy
We’re big-time dreamers in this life
Open up the studio, make songs all night
In Mexico, the never-ending strife

Strings of violin stop for all the highs
What the hell do you think we all came here for?
I like all these hustlers running for the dough
Stand tall, and wouldn’t fall, 'cause that’s the reputation
We pump beats, we did it better across the nation

I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun
I'm not the type of girl to walk around with a loaded gun
I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun
I'm not the type of girl to walk around with a loaded gun
We roll this shit