I smoke under the rain
As I return home and can put back on my chains (Uh-ah)
I think my past was tough, now everything’s okay (Okay)
I don’t let small men stop big thoughts (No, no)
Two kids, it feels like yesterday
Now it’s attempted murder, it’s written in my mandate (Uh-ah)
I worked in my sleep to live like I dreamed (For real)
They told me, “Risk ten years, so don’t tell us lies,” okay
How many put in my place would have grasped and turned informant? Okay
Thinking about it hurts, I was inside on Christmas
Without hearing anyone, without seeing my mother
Chico, if you walk the street, pray not to end up in jail
You don’t know what it feels like to not see your child born (Uh-ah)
I’m smoking all my pain away, na-na
In that place where hours don’t pass, na-na
You’ve never been in a cage without a way out
You’ve never been in court fighting for your life
I’m drinking all my pain away, na-na
On a black G Wagon, fully loaded with every option, na-na
These cold streets have made my soul wicked
Maybe it’s their fault, maybe it’s just mine (My fault, no, no)
From atop a Lamborghini to then locked in a cell
Too many prayed to see me lying on the ground
I have to make up for my sister’s tears
I have to be careful because this city is at war
First day out
I’m cold as if the diamonds were real ice
I feel like hitting rock bottom has changed me
And at the interrogation, I remained silent and isolated
All these pussies just want clout
I messed up, yeah, I took a time-out
But I still got it, like a hundred rounds
If you screw me over, I go “pow, pow”
I defend my name, I defend the town (Exactly)
The world hears me, now is my moment
Money on my mind, above the floor (Milano)
If I’m an example, I want to be the best
The street is wicked, chico, be careful
I’m smoking all my pain away, na-na
In that place where hours don’t pass, na-na
You’ve never been in a cage without a way out
You’ve never been in court fighting for your life
I’m drinking all my pain away, na-na
On a black G Wagon, fully loaded with every option, na-na
These cold streets have made my soul wicked
Maybe it’s their fault, maybe it’s just mine (My fault, no, no)