Ready To Fight

I’ve got a lot of my rhymes thrown on the floor
I’ve got a lot of glances that come with doubt
Now you’re looking good, but fuck it, later
I love you, Fernando, you’re my partner
I’ve got people who bring the heat
Hey, I crashed hard against that wall
To kill us that day, we missed the sound of a buck
Now we’re alive, now we’re tough
Carlitos Way, Dorian Gray, Prison Break, Marvin Gaye

At the MACBA, skateboards rolling
Don’t even look at my kids
She was so beautiful
But what a wild girl
She’s really bad, a real troublemaker
She uses me like a leech
I sing for fun, but she’s a party girl
Flow like Celia Cruz, what you wanna do, we came for you
I’ve sold out at the club too
There’s no East Coast here, it’s the Costa del Sol
Wanna try some flavors? We’ve got plenty

Fans of words, twisted stories
You’re my score, I’m your B-flat
I’ve lived through mourning
You’ve seen Naruto
I get it all
Don’t act dumb with me
I was thirteen
Hated school
Knew nothing
But I wanted a lot
I grew up with CPV
Talking cash and a lot of hustle
La Mala Rodriguez, Zatu, and Doble V

I saw when YouTube started
The face of the scream and the flow of Freddy Krueger
The drugs you bring don’t get me high
The kids are so skinny they look like nudes
Politicians arrive at the club all in Ubers
I gave you goosebumps with an interlude
Many of you say you’re going
But you’re really not what you claim
You clap in my face but talk shit behind my back
I’m looking for flow but it’s just not there
So that’s it
I’ve got them hooked like in Fortnite
They’re not hitters, they just strike out
Ready to fight
Ready to die

Many of you say you’re going
But you’re really not what you claim
You clap in my face but talk shit behind my back
I’m looking for flow but it’s just not there
So that’s it
I’ve got them hooked like in Fortnite
They’re not hitters, they just strike out
Ready to fight
Ready to die