Salazar Lyrics

Right (Yeah)

Right (Yeah)

Right (Yeah)

Right (Yeah)

Pops didn't have a pot to piss in

Mama cooking in the kitchen

I was sitting

On them handlebars

Big brother steady kicking

On the peddles

We were children

We dressed ghetto

Didn't care though

Cause all my little homies

Rocking shoes

Our mommas bought us

From the swap meet in ghetto

And that's okay though

Because today hoe

I'll buy your favorite retros

Set them shits on fire

And I toss them to the gutter

Let the rain wash away the pain

I was feeling for my brother

The day he cried for clothes

Like he was crying out of hunger

(I love you big dawg)

Bet your ass I ever make it

I'm buy a Gucci closet

Just take him shopping in some

Bougie-bougie Outfit

But knowing him

Today he probably settle

For A hoodie and a fitted

But it got to say LA though

You know we keep it rugged

Cause we was brought up

In the 90s

On the sidewalk

So you know

We used to fighting

But if you ever

Fuck with Sammy

Then I'm bringing

Fucking cannons

And I keep them

Bitches coming

For my sister I go monster

Wreaking havoc

And I wonder if she knows

How much I love her

When I hug her

If she don't, I hope

She hear this

(I love you)

And even through

The hardships

We looked forward

To December

Cause my father, he's a worker

And he made it

Feel like Christmas

Every motherfucking winter

Lolo killed in the kitchen

Christmas Eve the food delicious

And the love was never missing

And even when the

Police came on knocking

And we to had chose and option

It only lasted to the morning

Cause love was all we had

All I've never known

And it was plentiful in fact

All I ever needed

And it always felt like home

So if we talking blessings

Homie I got all of them

And I'm still that kid from Cali

With a problem

With aggressions

But that passion

Keeps me racing

To finish fishing visions

And to finally make a million

Catch me cooking with precision

All these lyrics you can digest

So you can know me

And the family