LATIN THRONE



[verse 1]

Land of dum dum is where i come from

Believe me when i tell u that u dont want none son

A long hard road 4 this Latin throne

You can catch me at the club in the back alone

Mamas dont let your babies grow up 2 be gangstas

Killas taught 2 not give a fuck

Hit 'em up with sign language

Reach 4 tha stainless, Leave 'em brainless

I'm just explainin' how the game is

The strangest of things come 2 me at no surprise

Fuck peashooters all my gats are superiszed

Utilize all my allies, I run with the bad guys

I got 7 dopehouses thats a franchise

Man cries if he was blessed with a heart

But i lost mine in the backstreets of South Park

Once again it's Mr. SPM

And this shit aint gonna stop until i'm dead or in the pen

[chorus-2x]

He's a hustla, He's a balla, He sits on the, Latin throne

[verse2]

We shootin' stars, runnin' from cop cars

I got scars jumpin metal gates and sharp pars

The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar

Everyday u see me in a different crackhead's car

So bizzare how so many bullets missed my head

I told my mom that im gonna stick with this instead

Fuck the crackrock, i rapped and hit the jackpot

Now i'm on a plane writin' on my laptop

It's all wiggy rockin' city 2 city

But i still feel my past catchin' up with me

Got mo' ends, bought my mom a gold Benz

But she worried cuz i still got all my old friends

Hopin' that i slow up and change one day

But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way

I told my old lady one day we gon' be like the Bradys

But for now i'll teach u how 2 use this 380

[chorus-2x]

[verse3]

3yrs and counting i been drinking from the music fountain

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