CUBANOS ! Lyrics

Ion rock Chanel, I change the channel

Every rapper need some pussy and a yellow flannel

The greed, love, lust, anger envying my ego

Also might be slacking but that's purely circumstantial

Perception of an honest man portrayed as insubstantial

When the national ethos circle money and scandals

Wear sandals eat Cubanos, I know, what the fuck you here for

Coming to the venue gotta pull up at the back door

So a camel doesn't need a straw to break his back (woah)

I'm in a 06 Camry mixing half of my tracks

With the reference track on max (top it off, yea like that)

I'm bumming out my bum ass never got the job

So the general flocking to me flaunting all they riches, all they bitches, like I've never been the visionary moving with precision

Gimme ten more minutes, I'm a missionary man

Only traversing the ashes, like a Phoenix who has risen

RZA told "ten times ten men committin' mad sin"

Must be Cardinal why you avoiding all the capital

Conscience crashing on your thoughts comparable to tidal waves

Label me a god then you'll see really how that title weighs

A brick weighing five keys to you, but it's a ton to me

Been true to myself, a lil harder than what it has to be

A lil harder then I'm off into the cemetery

Work myself to death but to you it should be commentary

My god, you know, you will not get a hunnid grand

You point, your gun, my face behind the plexi man

Have you, seen him? My friend you lost the track of time

But shit, is it really all that? Yeah

My god, you know, you will not get a hunnid grand

You point, your gun, my face behind the plexi man

Have you, seen him? My friend you lost the track of time

But shit, is it really all that? Yeah

Spotify ain't cut me a check to put your mind at peace

While y'all bitches be quttin' cuz the money that we don't receive

And I agree that artists need the compensation fairly

But y'all don't persevere like y'all not interested in legacy

Nah, I can see that public is the toughest jury

But y'all appealing to them like they think you extra guilty

All because you want your wrist in ice that's extra flurry

Then you risking on ya life getcha nose extra runny

My promotional material be stacked to the ceiling

While y'all pushing singles out like y'all be scared of people hearing

I don't mean no mockery like I just think that's extra funny

How you talk bout confines then continue to be uninspiring

Dying for my artistry I swear to god I'm Stephen Irwin

Get to flexing my penmanship and work ethic showing

Corresponding to the tried and true y'all ain't ever fuckin' with me

Double down on myself beat on the speaker soundin' extra dummy

I got that energy, my music spanning centuries

I change the metrics up, wait, let's calculate in galaxies

If I had a milli, I'd already killed the industry

Don't disagree when you be hesitating to be daring

They don't see me but they hear me

They don't feel me but they fear me

They not killers but they'd kill me

They not rappin' so they talkin' like

Top ten, hit list, hit shit, hit this

Nah bruh Imma get this, get rich, get whatever I want, ya bitch

We don't got no rivalry but I'm your enemy

You not the butcher you the customer so please don't serve no beef

If I make it big imma tell these kids to chase their dreams

Objective of an artist selling everybody ponzi schemes

I turn a competition into a formality,

If I got a verse it's not a track call it a casualty

I do this shit too casually, feet up, playing monopoly

No animosity, territory come with authority

I knew my achievements before i ever had a goal

And leave the comparisons turn your diamonds into coal

People callin' me a sheep because they cannot see my visuals

But I'd rather be a sheep than a shark livin in a fishbowl

I gotta fuckin say it two times

Goddamn (daaaaamn) I gotta fuckin say it two times

25, 25, thats the age that I'm gon shine

Premonition of the ammunition with a paradigm

Demolition expert blow the scene right out the water

Asian kids can be who they want and then off doing whatever

Oppositions turned to politicians when you start a movement

Requisition of a riot turn you into apparitions

Repressive nature of a nation full of hungry soldiers

Transgressive nature of rules that was set to hold us over

Depressive parents made the generations fuckin older

Kick my feet up at the border, waiting for a different answer, what the fuck (what the fuck)

My god, you know, you will not get a hunnid grand

You point, your gun, my face behind the plexi man

Have you, seen him? My friend you lost the track of time

But shit, is it really all that? Yeah

My god, you know

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Have you, seen him?

But shit, is it really all that? Yeah