These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom I build my empire
And this bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all Okay Okay Okay...
Tell your Please let the bong pass by Maybe that's why they want to throw me away
I don't fight with my hand, I have the brunette ready for chaos
I've seen that you were crazy with my photoshop at 15
And now at 20 my videos are better movies that from Spielberg
Tell me what you were doing at those ages manito
You were all in school, none of you at the perico point
Hold on think about it, never said that I move coca
I said that my homie get bricks in the kitchen he used to bake soda
Now many haters are talking they wanna see me go broka
I ain't worry bout nothin' im selling my weed and im sellin a lotta
Young designer making clothes sipping codeine in my double Cup
We making the music we making conexion 'ur Music under attack
I'm making a 3 on 3 Trap brand Rap
Thats why you can't stop me my homie
My empire is going Up