Vanilla (feat. Ramos)

It's VEN1, the technical skill
Yo Ramos, what's up?

Yo Ramos, what's up? Alger connected all the way to Mosta
It's heating up, we even make the thermostat glitch
Check the stats, nothing's moving, make your observation, nothing's touching
Too many dudes waiting for the P2, impossible, they’re just all talk
I want my life to smell like vanilla, yeah, let’s go, huh
For now, I’m stacking bananas, I wanna circle the globe twice but my feet are stuck to the block
Young Arab of the moment, I’m putting my city’s name everywhere (-where, -where, -where)
I smoke twice as much as before but I’m developing new skills
I’m developing new skills, I’m making new enemies
This ain't new, I’ve had them since I was repping IDF in Beverly
There are ties I’ve cut, cut, it’s the same ones who were talking, talking
Disrespect, it pulls out the heat, it hides the pe-pom with the local girl

And I know I want the life, fuck, it’s wild, the ride
Need cash, not a mamacita, I’m deep in the building under Cali
You really think you can match me, you don’t know I’ve dirtied my hands
I talk in bro, and what’s up with that? Never gonna team up with them

I want my life to smell like vanilla, yeah, let’s go, huh
I wanna take a flight, they wish me the same crash as Aaliyah
I want my life to smell like vanilla, yeah, let’s go, huh
Big for a ticket, my guys will take your life
Honestly, I don’t know if you’re reliable, huh, dude, I’m smoking the good stuff, huh
But I’m not out, I’m the striker in the final
I want my life to smell like vanilla, yeah, let’s go, huh
Butterfly knife, like a pro, I handle it, huh

The kids dream of a Kala', don’t even know who’s firing
I defend you when you’re not around, you just swallow in front of them
45, watch the start, I spread it like I can’t lose
Too much stuff in the apartment, if the cops come, I’m definitely not going out, no
I’m from Mosta, not Napoli, I want dirhams, she wants me in her bed
Not too much cash, just talent chica, I’ve grown up, you know I’ve got a solid head
I see my little brother on a scooter, he passes
I’ve changed deep in the block, I feel like a grenade being pulled
DZ tough, I take the hits, I talk in yo, yo, bro
Oh the bitch, she wants her ticket, for that, you know she’s gonna strip
You don’t have a G, you’re talking about kilos, I’ll send the little ones if you act too kingly

From 94 to 92, it’s Culiacán, huh, huh
I swear, it’s too mined, yeah, I swear, it’s too mined
'K24 I pull out the gear, huh, huh
I swear, I’m gonna kill them, yeah, I swear, I’m gonna kill them

I want my life to smell like vanilla, yeah, let’s go, huh
I wanna take a flight, they wish me the same crash as Aaliyah
I want my life to smell like vanilla, yeah, let’s go, huh
Big for a ticket, my guys will take your life
Honestly, I don’t know if you’re reliable, huh, dude, I’m smoking the good stuff, huh
But I’m not out, I’m the striker in the final
I want my life to smell like vanilla, yeah, let’s go, huh
Butterfly knife, like a pro, I handle it, huh