Mamama (part. JEYBIEM)

Hey, I'm the dead man
Callao South, the devils, from the llauca, hell
These fools keep asking me to chill
I'm the devil, karma's come for them
The sickest ink, a drum on my wrist, I'm the dead man
I don't have a guardian angel
And I'm not alone, I'm with mamama
Grinding, respect, when the souls haunt us
Life stinks if these losers get weak
I bet you a damn dollar they haven't even done time
20K for a hit
I hopped on the mic, shot him down, I killed it
I hit and turned, a sweet one for my girl
I swapped the piece with the gel
That's mine, I take out ten of yours, knife to the throat if it's up to me
The triangle, funeral, for the 36
The barbershop on the way, with Jägger and Johnny Walker
To the old dude, I rented three spots
Chicken brain, your skull's shaking
Shot in the tendon, can't walk anymore
Blood clots on my skin
The ghosts are haunting my back
But I'm the devil that's taking them out

I'm the dead man
Callao South, the barracks, the real hell
And I'm not alone, I'm with mamama
Grinding, respect, when the souls haunt us
Life stinks if these losers get weak
I bet you a damn dollar they haven't even done time
Lead, lead, for Abel, loaded the bullets
Verseg, pressed my cat, the contract's locked, I made a deal with the devil
Richie chillin', it's his turn now, the R with the laser at night
Grinding through the pregnancy, and we don't stop
Shot for the ducks, we got through it
The lip and the diplo are pushing
Callao, cradle of bandits, they're being born
I see for the crib and stock up, two pieces on my waist, fine work outside the hood
The births, blasting holes if I catch those fools
Face in the hole, the pointer hiding
I charge them full price when the damn thing takes them away.