I'm minutes away, from the crack house
I'm bringing more work, cause we're almost out
That's right, estes mi reinado
I run this, let me make it claro
I'm everybody killing, on this road
Twelve years young, of captain soon
Es un camino, ala perdicion
It's what they say, about this cancion
The black market, supplying my raps
Two fans out there, that got my back
Yo mantengo, en la fila
My business on the block, bottles of tequila
Getting rich, no conniving bitch
To get in the middle, of all this shit
That's it, para el que escucha
Tres cuetasos, en la nucka
I'ma catch you, S L I P
P I N, can't forget the G
Yo sigo al mando, notorious comando
And I'ma keep working en el contrabando
Hunt 'em down, if they go against
Take 'em out, it make more sense
Es un evento, tribunal
Estar comienso a tu funeral
No love, it's all hate over here
We bang on the rival like the end is near
Con el rostro, bien cuvierto
In front of everybody like un concierto
En vivo, but you out of time
It's you get buried, about to climb
With my nine, I make you silent
That's real homeboy, the shit get violent
I'm minutes away, I'm minutes away
I'm minutes away, from thee glorious day
I'm minutes away, I'm minutes away
I'm minutes away, ah triumphant day
Ce Roca, haha
Running shit