[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]Everybody swore that last year was mine, everything was lined upThought that I would sign to MMG and join the line upThought that I would go to Universal out with NigelHit me and then he acted all bitchy but never mind ‘emI went to Violator, took a couple meetingsStarted fucking with Chris Lighty ‘cause he could see itAnd we were working with ‘em on this tape that we releasingThen he took his own life the day that we were supposed to meet upRest in peace, rest in peace, I’mma get itFor the simple fact that a legend’ll believeI’mma get it ‘cause me winning’s the only way I’mma grieveAnd this year, all my people gon’ eatAnd they gon’ see that I’m the best in my era, the best in this eraYou dickriders really that impressed with this era?There hasn’t been a classic album yet in this eraMatter of fact, I don’t have any respect for this eraOn my second passport with no deal, I’m so realI tell you hoes how a duffle bag of dough feelAnd this year, I want a hundred grand a showYeah, I’m about to call up Mitch, I see him and I let him knowThat the show price rising, verse price risingShining so much that I ain’t gotta buy diamondsBrighty on my wrist and I ain’t even fucking wind itSo I check my phone if you ask me what the time isI been to Paris, been to London, been to BarcelonaI lost some family to guns, some to carcinomaI lost some family to greed and ambitionAnd I lost a lot of money paying for my ex tuitionBut the only thing she learned is I will not be burnedWent from telling her “I love you” to “give the homie a turn”, right?I’m not concerned with your lists or your ratings‘Cause rappers gotta die ‘fore you say that they the greatestSo we be getting high, lying lowWhat you consider living, we thinking is dying slowYou be chasing women I ain’t even tryna knowOver vixens, over hoes, some bitches overexposedNow I’m sitting on a flight out, living in the nightAnd the minute that I land, I’m hitting women in the HeightsFor the right amount of money, homie, any wrong is rightAnd I ain’t never ran away from a fight, hell noI’m from the murder capital of New York StateWhere they don’t murder for capital, they murder for play, right?I ain’t patient, I don’t never stay and waitAnd my guilt and loyalty, they got an expiration date, yeah[Break][Verse Two: Emilio Rojas]Young and Latin, bringing the back of the map inWith a lot of my people up out of the evilThey riding around in the Aston with the cash all in the back endWith a bad chick with an accent and I been in the middleOf getting and never again am I never gon’ have shitNo shame, no regret and I’ve never been living in debtAnd I’ve never been given respect and I’ve never been willing to bendOr bid to pretend to getting ahead and get into bed with themIn the hopes to getting the dough to give them my rentI turn my drug dealer friends into art dealersAnd I’m the king, kiss the ring, you could start kneelingAnd we be in the fucking city, cars squealingOff in the convertible Beamers that got the hard ceilingYo, fuck a rubber, I’mma feel her when I bang her outI’m saving money, I’m investing in my back accountI’m in Caracas in the Winter, I be tanning nowWhile all you bitches do is stand aroundAnd I ain’t never going broke, I’m never going brokeOnce my lady get that Birkin, she ain’t never going coachFuck a yes man, all we ever say is noAin’t no stopping us when everything a go, yeah
