Vida Mala Cypher (part. BeatBoy y Doom Deca)

But I'm still feeling good, with the moments
The bad times will pass
That's why I take it slow, I watch and learn—

Yeah!, uh! (hey!)
Haha, uh, haha (long live Santa, crazy ones, uh!)
Yeah
Listen up, dude
Cruising through your city
See you over there, dude

S-A-N-T-A F-E, M-D-B, what do you think?
All night I smoke THC, S-F, 4-7-3
I've been smoking weed since I was ten
Fish die through the mouth
CBD, Mary Jane, cocaine, and LSD

I'm going crazy, can’t you see?
I’ll take you down in a heartbeat
A-S-E-S-I-N-O, we are the law, Santa Fe
C-R-I-M-I-N-A-L, people do what suits them
I got drugs in my DNA

The hoes come and go
At sixteen I left home far away
I left my two sisters and my folks

P-O-V-E-R-T-Y, I had no luxuries, always short on cash
H-U-M-I-L-I-T-Y, the key to rise from zero
F-I-R-E, fuck fame, my ego doesn’t inflate
T-E-R-R-A-I-N, just a pirate sailing through the ghetto

Light the hash, to feel more gray
Eyes low, powder on the nose
I’m from the street, ask Cris

L-O-V-E for my country
Get on the F-L-I-G-H-T
Light the blunt, you light it
I got my feet on the G-R-O-U-N-D
From Nuevo León, blow it up

Low life, bad life
I don’t regret my sad reality, the weed relaxes me
Drugs and bullets
In my neighborhood, there’s no authority

Low life, bad life
I don’t regret my sad reality, the weed relaxes me
Drugs and bullets
In my neighborhood, there’s no authority

S-A, S-A, N-T-A
(Here we are, bitch)
(We got you, bitch, haha)
F-E, M (Santa’s hood)
M-D, M-D-B (From the court to the plaza, dude)

Shout out to all the crew that’s here with me
And with him, and with them, ah!