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What do you do when you’re born in a hostile place
Where violence is all around me?
If they say they’re coming for me, they’ve got it wrong
I’m heading over to their place
And in the streets, you can hear the sirens of the patrol cars that are coming for me
It's gonna be one of those nights when my mom prays for me

You don’t know who I roll with
My neighborhood is heating up
Ten on bikes, I don’t send them out
I’m driving the caravan
In the streets, you can hear the patrol cars that are coming for me
It'll be another one of those nights
When my mom won’t sleep praying to God, pray for me
If my house is crying, in yours they’re praying

Let’s see what you’re made of
You badass, I thought you didn’t run?
More of those bitches are calling me out
One of those is your neighbor, who wants to meet me
She said: If I get a chance, she'll set you up
Kid, shut your mouth, you pig
If I ever get the chance, I’m gonna mess you up
No, no, no, don’t break into my house, please
Cause that door’s worth more than what that asshole’s worth
And you're gonna blow it up just like I want to blow him up
I won't hold back from seeing it
I could help him out, but it’d be easier to take him out
Honestly, I didn’t even have to say anything
But I spit the truth, my words carry weight

You don’t know who I roll with
My neighborhood is heating up
Ten on bikes, I don’t send them out
I’m driving the caravan
In the streets, you can hear the patrol cars that are coming for me
It'll be another one of those nights
When my mom won’t sleep praying to God, pray for me
If my house is crying, in yours they’re praying

With police eyes on my people
They played it legal, ‘cause killing me just wasn’t an option
They wanted me back, and if you come back here, buddy
You won’t turn around, sincerely, the whirlwind
Tupac’s your dad, kid, don’t offend me
Useless like you, even the women are selling you
But I’m always threatened by the fools who don’t understand
That if my blood spills, Guadalajara will ignite
I’m the one the girls are after, the one they want for the remixes
To fill up the gigs and also for the problems
Mom, thanks for all those Our Fathers
Your son’s the shit, I’ll prove it in rap

No, not anymore
With me, they’re saving that shit for later (clowns)
No, not anymore
The day my brother died, so did my fear
My inheritance says it, the will is my reward
If some jerk brings me down and they pray because of him
Let them have all the millions, my trucks don’t interest me
Put the head of the one who puts me on the table of my studio
Boom

You don’t know who I roll with
My neighborhood is heating up
Ten on bikes, I don’t send them out
I’m driving the caravan
In the streets, you can hear the patrol cars that are coming for me
It'll be another one of those nights
When my mom won’t sleep praying to God, pray for me
If my house is crying, in yours they’re praying.