Vida Cruda

Excuses from 6-6-6 on the site
Nobody says a thing, I hear the price
Everything's on my face even with the focus on the Nikes (what?)
This is raw life, I burn the slim
I hold the mood in your perfume and OG smoke (OG)
It sounded like Nas and then, babe, more like Nipsey Hussle (like Nipsey)
Baby Rasta, your haze was the ectoplasm (the ectoplasm)
If it smells like gas, it’s a gangster's delight, he spends it
Without gravity, we’re astronauts, felines, and quartz (yeah)
I rise to space based on potassium, boron, and calcium (uh-huh)
Gotta understand, gotta know, let’s see what’s next (bitch)
At the moment to shut up if another focuses (nothing, bitch)

Learning from my mistakes brings better things
As long as you recognize all my peace and value it
Polo on the gallop, slim of raw, stock of chocolope (oh)
Hockey stick, Latin shit, and I see the Grand Cherokee
I apply a portfolio while I exfoliate all that
Or export outside what I export in my mono channels
Though people sometimes use you as a stop (eh)
You got lucky, other times it’s like bait
Singing the misfortune, I resurrect in the pharmacy
I discovered that the fragrance I chase is anxiety (oh)
I navigated substances and suffered from the distance (what?)
I grew up with rap from the USA, Spain, Chile, and France
I analyze my condition while I roll a joint
Surfing the days of ambition with a play of Pulp Fiction (oh, no, no)
Please, why do they applaud me? I’m just the one narrating (yes)
Ah, cushioning what I live

I look for the shit if the papers are (papers are)
Oil life, it’s a mental delight, what?
The fader moves when I drop these raps (when I drop these raps)
And if we gotta go, baby, I got it
Baby, I got, baby, I got it
I look for the shit if the papers are (the papers are)
Oil life, it’s a mental delight, what?
The fader moves when I drop these raps (when I drop these raps)
And if we gotta go, baby, I got it
Baby, I got, baby, I got it

I see the flickering snake that even if it tries, it doesn’t offend
It puts mirages in the mind, feeding another entity (at you)
It’s evident (what?), the forest pointed to the source (oh)
They’re watching (what?), they eat when fear wraps you (oh)
Advances with entheogens in tear-jerking parties (what, what?)
In wars with pathogens in the middle, focus on us
With Ralph Lauren and Lauryn Hill in the flow
Upstream are the willows even if all this pauses (oh)
Stopped between some skies, I need another banger (oh)
Smoking strict, I write, I need those numbers, bitch (no, no, no, no)

(What does it say one more time?)