Hendrix

I'ma do this one for my homies gone

The judge hit the hammer they ain't coming home

We all are from the danger zone

The devil pulled the card and he said choose one

I chose music, my homies chose yay

Some of my ballers chose the NBA

Cuzzo's on the block, man they gang bang

Funeral parlors makin' all the change

Yeah when my cousin got his first tec

I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement

All I wanted to be was a rock star

And all he wanted to be was an Escobar

El Chapo, Si

El Chapo, Si

All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

El Chapo

El Chapo, Si

All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

Gone 'til November, he ain't comin' back

I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack

Caught in the trap, hit from the back

They hid the steel

Like the owl boy that's hidden on the dollar bill

Welcome to the rotten apple

The city of lights

No matter how days shine

They can't steal the nights

Cause when the ghost knock knock

Just before you guess, red dot at your chest

The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest

Better be with them artillery packs

They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box

Ratatatata that's the sound of the gat

They be flying through the air like vampire bat

Straight from the back when they attack

In the middle o' night when you up in the trap

You keep on bucking, they bucking you back

In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

I'ma do this one for my homies gone

The judge hit the hammer they ain't coming home

We all are from the danger zone

The devil pulled the card and he said choose one

I chose music, my homies chose yay

Some of my ballers chose the NBA

Cuzzo's on the block, man they gang bang

Funeral parlors makin' all the change

When my cousin got his first tec

I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement

All I wanted was to be a rock star

And all he wanted to be was an Escobar

El Chapo, Si

El Chapo

All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

El Chapo

El Chapo, Si

All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist

Turn up my guitar

When my cousin got his first tat

Acoustic trappin' in the basement

All I wanted was to be a rock star