2015 ft. Envy Los Lyrics

2015, I was locked up, they doubted me

Now I just wanna make my mother proud of me

Now niggas saying envylos is a prodigy

Run up a bag ust to get where I gotta be

Niggas stayed under me, that's why they don't understand me

I do this shit for my family

I got tunnel vision and I'm manifesting

That one day I'ma perform for the Grammy's

2015 detrás de la reja, sali ala calle pisando botega

El dinero me frena, se queda pegándolo más que la mega se pega

Lo acemo es muy fácil, todo real, no como la movie que vende el colega

Este es puro talento, sin lápiz, solo con Za en el sistema

Growing up in the gutter, what you know about that

I got in my bag and I never look back

Niggas is hating, I'm watching my back

And I'm all on my own, so my nine is attached

I came up from nothing, the grind never stopped

Nigga, don't try me, I'll run up your block

I put that on God, that one day I'ma pop

Mama, your son going straight to the top

I struggle, y'all niggas can't even relate

Working to make sure there's food on my plate

When I go to bed, I make sure that I pray

I see my mother, her son doing great

Niggas be talking about envy

You change, like I'm working this hard, I be staying the same

Envylos, who really you niggas is lame

You still a bum and there's no one to blame

2015, I was locked up, they doubted to me

Now I just wanna make my mother proud of me

Now niggas say Envylos a prodigy

Run up a bag just to get where I gotta be

Niggas stayed under me, that's why you don't understand me

I do this shit for my family

I got tunnel vision and I manifest

And that one day I'ma perform for the Grammys

2015 detrás de la reja, sali ala la calle pisando botega

El dinero me frena, se queda pegándolo más que la mega se pega

Lo hacemos bien fácil, todo real

No como la movie que vende el colega

Este puro talento, sin lápiz, solo co Za en el sistema

Amigo de que te buscan los tuyo y se llenan de envidia

De epalda me clavan cuchillo de frente quedan de rodillas

I could never forget, detrás de la cerda esperando que llegue mi dia

Niggas, tought i was dead I know that dey mad

Porque yo sigo viviendo mi vida

Como curry si tirro no fallo

Si manana me caigo, me paro

Yo no escribo na, esto eh to en la mente

Pon la pista yo apunto y disparo

Cada verso que tiro no ensayo

Spinnin your blok, sin placa en el carro

Dique son enemigos

I catch me up y me roblo un tabaco...............