PR Soil ft. Nxcre Lyrics

Beachfront

Puerto Rican soil, California grass

POV, balcony level, how can I make this last?

Cuarto days, Cinco nights

Shit, I gotta blast

Bathroom played the studio, I gotta bring the lab

Share the story then resume it when I get the check

Gotta save the day, mean no disrespect

Me just see the path I just keep it straight

You just make a left

Then you make a right

Then you intersect

Fuck did you expect

Too many options

Trust in the process

Part of the pain is the progress

Too many watching

Switch up the optics

More to obtain for the pockets

Too many me calling novice

Not enough calling my partner

Tell me the fuck do you offer

Nigga we popping in Austin

Gotta go home or come proper

Gotta do be more for my momma

Repatriations granted for the trauma

Paid to everybody I inflicted

Hope that everything I did's forgiven

If it's not then fuck it, skys the limit

Do my dirt and then I mind my business

Took my time, refined myself and all that

Ain't no way in hell my plan can fall back

Who you with

Where you from

Where you stay

Where you going

They don't care bout what you done

They just wanna get them some

Who you with

Where you from

Where you stay

Where you going

They don't care bout what you done

They just wanna get them some

Who you with

Where you from

Where you stay

Where you going

They don't care bout what you done

They just wanna get them some

Who you with

Where you from

Where you stay

Where you going

They don't care bout what you done

They just wanna get them some

Too many options

Trust in the process

Part of the pain is the progress

Too many options

Trust in the process

Part of the pain is the progress

Too many options

Trust in the process

Part of the pain is the progress

Too many options

Too many options

Too many, too many, too many

Too many options

Trust in the process

Part of the pain is the progress

Too many options

Trust in the process

Part of the pain is the progress

Too many options

Trust in the process

Part of the pain is the progress

Too many options

Too many, too many, too many, too many, too many