Hey!

This ain't music, it's dope
Two thousand. C.R.O bitch

Hey motherfucker, keep it real
Free life, dog's life, street life
Hey motherfucker, keep it real
Free life, dog's life, street life
Hey motherfucker, keep it real
Free life, dog's life, street life
Hey motherfucker, keep it real
Hey motherfucker, hey motherfucker

Still staring in my underwear at the damn fridge
Still drinking that shit to dodge dinner
Still dreaming in those neighborhoods without you seeing it
If there's no mom or dinner, who's waiting for you?
Don't come to sell us crap, we're used to it
I already told them, they're happy, we're high
Faith on the ground, low pay, and red eyes
What fault do we have for what has happened?
An ashtray, a couple of dogs, and chain grease
The face frozen from walking under the full moon
In the neighborhood, you find rats, fish, and problems
And some motherfucker serving time
Fucked up king, ask who's running the style
MDB bitch, come closer, look and say it
Riding in a car with money and a few kilos
Keep talking shit, we're still calm!

Hey motherfucker, keep it real
Free life, dog's life, street life
Hey motherfucker, keep it real
Free life, dog's life, street life
Hey motherfucker, keep it real
Free life, dog's life, street life
Hey motherfucker, keep it real
Hey motherfucker, hey motherfucker