La Misma Bandera

I do what I know I want
My life is not healthy at all (where are my-?)
If I don't light the hill, I light the branch (Jon Jams)
More, more, more marijuana (it's Lefty, dad!)

For all my click, for all my neighborhood, for all my neighborhood
Same flag in the neighborhood like hitmen
All my clik, all my neighborhood
Placoso, you already know, it's always the locker room

I follow it with the same click, it gets richer and richer
Earrings don't bother me, close your mouth because they get splashed
My voice sounds, they ask me for more music, the ball gets smaller and smaller
It is said, there is talk out there, those who preach here are pure idiots

Throwing bars, as it should-
I greet my friends inside prison
There in the gabacho, Mex' flag
Taking loggerheads to quench our thirst

I do what I want
I keep working to have more wool
Like a sheep, you already know it, corduroy
Every day of the week

And I'm stressed from so much work
But I came out crazy, I don't mind
I have problems, then I relax
Fuck them all

For my sins my God forgives me
There are already quite a few in the same area
Together with my clik that does not abandon me
I'm still where I am, you're still a sucker

Because they don't touch the same sidewalk, a shootout
All my neighborhood, the same flag even skulls

For all my click, for all my neighborhood, for all my neighborhood
Same flag in the neighborhood like hitmen
All my clik, all my neighborhood
Placoso, you already know, it's always the locker room

Because the bandit neighborhood is on
We are surrounded by problems and they are not mine
Crazy, I'm calm here in the river
God takes care of mine, I don't trust him

I walk with the most down-to-earth people, you look at my click, a lot of shit is going on
I'm not interested in what you've been through, shut the hell up and move aside
I don't care what you live, what you think, what you write
I light my joint, spend saliva, my band is pure up

I'm already burning and it's not the hill, we give the bitches iron
I'm not burning anymore, father, I work hard, smile, I arrived first
All my friends smoking solid, now it's upstairs it's not on the floor anymore
A fist in the box for when a hedgehog walks around (shut the hell up!)
God wanted it that way

Everything quiet, oh, oh-oh-oh
Dancing on the thread, oh, oh-oh-oh
And I no longer hesitate, no, no-no-no
We're doing well, oh, oh-oh-oh

For all my click, for all my neighborhood, for all my neighborhood
Same flag in the neighborhood like hitmen
All my clik, all my neighborhood
Placoso, you already know, it's always the locker room

For all my click, for all my neighborhood, for all my neighborhood
Same flag in the neighborhood like hitmen
All my clik, all my neighborhood
Placoso, you already know, it's always the locker room