Chorus: (Brent T.)
That dro lookin' nice,
you know we smokin' right,
4-0 from the store and I got that grip tight,
We makin' all of ya'll fall like dominoes,
Ain't no one tryna slow down so we say ¡Vámonos!,
Like N-A-S-A yo, wesendin' you to space,
Make you feel like Neil Armstrong with that vape,
We makin' all of ya'll fall like dominoes,
Ain't no one tryna slow down so we say ¡Vámonos!,
*Yeah, we say ¡Vámonos!, we say ¡Vámonos!,
We makin' all of ya'll fall like some dominoes! x2*

Verse 1: (Brent T.)
I got the illest strain in town, We roll it, pass it 'round,
yo jus take one toke and it's impossible to frown.
They callin' me the king, so I guess I'll wear the crown
yo I'm slappin' on the bass making astounding sounds.
'Cause inside of myself - there are skills and I have found,
-out how to use them so this is how it's gonna go down.
We gonna look into our souls deep inside.
We gonna march up to the White House and ask 'em why.
Why we workin' so hard but we barely make shit.
Why I'm stressin' so hard that I can barely take it.
Ima make this dough, but I will never sellout.
You can't buy me con dinero, you can get the hell out.
This life is filled with bullshit and insanity.
Sometimes I feel like Ds my only family.
So Ima go ahead and let this man bless the mic.
Guaranteed that the bars he be spittin' gonna be nice!

Verse 2: (Warrin Suprime)
Catch me ridin' down the block, with your favorite hoe,
All my bread is on the rise, I get it then I bake the dough,
And I know,
That i'm hated most, cause these haters see me go,
to the show, collect my paper, rock the stage and take their hoe,
Funerals come, when i'm done,
Cause I killed the mic,
Fucked it up, like my girl, damn right, she so fine,
But I always catch her lyin', playin' games all the time,
had to cut the bitch off and make another dime mine,
And I ain't playin' when I say, I'm the realest kid out,
They try to fire shots at me but I keep my head down,
And ya try to start beef, you better think twice,
I'm always ridin' with my goons and always keep that heat tight,
And every time I rhyme they like he's nice,
He rap black but he's white, and I might,
Kill the game with my might, alright,
The limelight, need me and I think I need it too,
But for now ima smoke loud and drink with my crew, tell em.

Chorus