Gold Star

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I won’t fear any evil
For you will be with me, your rod and your staff will feed me, The Favo, motherfucker

On the island like in the USA
Burning exotic Zaza, check out that shine and grease
Making sales on the low in a house
Because today, yesterday, I open my eyes, I thank God
Thank you God that these losers want to see me in a mess
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit

They’re gonna make me grab a gun
What they think of me doesn’t matter anymore
The old man exports the goods
Kennedy died even with a bodyguard

Brothers in crime, that one died because of a cop
Bravo with your bitch in the hood
CB, we’re gonna flip the script
I’m rolling with John, not Travolta

The shit they talk about me doesn’t even matter
From the south to the north, they care
I was always FukFake before the fame
All Stars
I’m rolling 70, CB, I’m gold stars

Like Yomo, I drop the weight
God protect me, me and my Smith & Wesson
A couple of K’s, but we don’t need to talk about that
The Skinny one showed up with fat pockets

Here Judas died before he gave the kiss
This is getting tense, the vibe is on edge
I know I’m not the only one in this universe
I talk to God, even if I don’t believe who I’m conversing with
Roll it up, light the blunt, and verses come out on their own
I killed them in crossover like Allen Iverson
Sometimes I get tired because this gets intense

I can’t back down after I pulled that mission
Women from the radio and TV love me
I can’t pay them any mind because I have my relationship
And thank God for the music and my son, he’s my blessing

I remember when we started in the alley
Thanks Ñejo, the Goldo is really CB
Time has taught me to see what’s real
I started doing this because there really was no other option

Since I was a kid, they knew I was the connection
I did this for respect, for money, and for passion
The little friends either locked up or dead showed up on Univisión

I add, multiply, and they divide (they with the FKN division)
I stop in the yard and they say: El Pipo, that’s the guy
There’s no prototype

Team Favo, always thanks to my crew
Stamps in Spain on my passport
I’m flipping with more tools than FKN Home Depot

With Chucky’s knife, I gut them while I smoke a blunt

They see us up close and get a hiccup, their nose dripping like a cold

Damn, nigga wanna for the gout my people’s
Don’t compare clippers with the Lakers, they tried to take me out
The breaks, that’s why we buried the undertaker

I stop in the yard and they say: El Pipo, yeah that’s the guy
There’s no prototype

Team Favo, always thanks to my crew
Stamps in Spain on my passport, I’m flipping
With more tools than FKN Home Depot