Los Menores

They hear me puffing on a philly in a Lamborghini
The studio's a crazy field, teacher Santorini
I'm wiping out the fakes, leaving them spewing bile
They can't handle it, welcome to the real deal, for real

Sometimes I feel the fear but the fear ain't bigger
Than my ego or my balls like Trevor in Grand Theft
The jealous ones are snakes and I don’t talk shit
I pray to God ambition doesn’t kill me like Scarface

I promised to become a cult classic, rallying around the globe
Even though it almost didn’t happen
Smoking in Amsterdam, at the Bulldog café
I have faith there’s a God, the ship didn’t sink

I always knew there’s no super God
Just a Lord who’s superior, I earned His forgiveness
They want cars with suspension but don’t even pay their dues
If I see them, my voices scream: Spit it out, ha

I laugh at my controversies like Eminem
Shining brighter than the stars and satellites
Making racks, not making friends
Before I was a rapper, I had them breaking necks