Little Young M.L.R.S.

Dreamed of the money, no need for a vest

Hold on to notions of ice on my chest

Loneliest Lobo with mob in the West, bless

Little Young M.L.R.S.

Dreamed of the money, no need for a vest

Hold on to notions of ice on my chest

Loneliest Lobo with mob in the West, bless

Young American Joy Division

The product I'm steady slinging

You never been with the business

And we never grant thots their wishes

Cause they hidden pretending they have some clout, fuck you mean?

Yung Cali, I'm cutting heads off their dreams and bagging 'em clean

We send 'em right to their doorstep

They got a nerve, not to open

His wifey wants just a moment

Her body synced with this poet, you know it

Sipping this Goose and these haters making no moves

The gas is low at the Arco, so what's your fucking excuse?

Bring it back

Little Young M.L.R.S.

Dreamed of the money, no need for a vest

Hold on to notions of ice on my chest

Loneliest Lobo with mob in the West, bless

Little Young M.L.R.S.

Dreamed of the money, no need for a vest

Hold on to notions of ice on my chest

Loneliest Lobo with mob in the West, bless

New Year's Day in 2000, my Pops bumpin' G'n'R

I'm still flossing, young Melrose and I bump with no A&R

All these records they molded the mental

I'll craft a clean instrumental

I'm sorry bitch, I don't need you

You extra shit, you a Kendall

I be sparking lowkey no more ever since my head got cracked

Everything you hear 'bout weed from me, I wrote way fucking back

But just perfected the art 'cause that's the way that I hang it

I'm my own worst critic, homie, what other way would you have it?

I'm on my, "Fuck these crusty idols" shit

Ugly horses dressed in rich

Told himself he cute so many times that he believes that quip

I'm just one to fuckin' talk, I'll antagonize it all

I'm the king of pushing back and mi gente gon' watch em fall

Little Young M.L.R.S.

Dreamed of the money, no need for a vest

Hold on to notions of ice on my chest

Loneliest Lobo with mob in the West, bless

Little Young M.L.R.S.

Dreamed of the money, no need for a vest

Hold on to notions of ice on my chest

Loneliest Lobo with mob in the West, bless

Bum, ba dum dum...

Ooooo...

El lobo de El West