Tijuana Lyrics

Badman son, son, son, son, son, son, son, son, son

I be hustlin' everyday

Used to be a bum now I'm stacking up this cake

Life has been a blessing, life has been a pain

I don't think you hear me, just a motherfuckin' race

Two times for the Lord

I'm feelin' debt to my mama

The crib be as big as Tijuana

I gotta get this paper like Mañana

And the realest motherfucker is your mama

The rims shakin', my pedal on the gas

Richer, Porter , the pictures on the gram

The lights off, dinner on my lap

My baby fine as hell, I don't need another glass

The roof missin', the liquor on the dash

Poppa out in heaven, mama said I'm back

Never underestimate a brother with a past

So let the sheriffs know that the monster in the back

And he humble as they come

Finna let my mom live out her years out in the sun

Nana eatin' good, Dom be doin' the runs

Never underestimate the power of your son

Hold up, I got at least a couple reasons I'm the bigger dog

I'm eatin' rappers like it's dinner with a chilli dog

Say your peace, father bless the feast

I pray I learn from all my ventures and defeats

I be hustlin' everyday, used to be a bum

Now I'm stackin' up this cake

Life has been a blessing, life has been a pain

I don't think you hear me this the motherfuckin' race

two times for the Lord

I fell in debt to my mama

The crib is big as Tijuana

I gotta get this paper like mañana

And the realest motherfucker is your mama

Fire breather, I'm spittin' through the speakers

My music blasting in from New York right out Reno

The women dancin', my brothers got the steelo

But let me be upfront, I don't like to talk to people

I don't care about your randoms in a club full of despair

Flexin' on the gram, hundred dollars for some chinos

And that ain't never gon' be me, I'ma starve until I eat

Stack these hunnids by my mama, what she need

We been stripped up for my freedom, we been dying in deceit

Can you imagine what it feel like when your daughter need to eat

And you ain't even got a dollar, you ain't got no fuckin' cheese

But you got the nerve to buy a hundred thousand dollar V

And it ain't nothin' but some bullshit, this city full of creeps

Can you imagine seeing Adam doin' parties, takin' trips out to Belize

And have the gall to say we safe in a city full of demons

Hey yo, I be husslin every day

Used to be a bum, now I'm stackin' up this cake

Life has been a blessing, life has been a pain

I don't think you hear me, this the motherfuckin' race

Two times for the Lord, I fell in debt to my mama

The crib be as big as Tijuana

I gotta get this paper like Mañana

And the realest motherfucker is your mama