Blue Mafia
Cruzeiro Crazy
Look at my brother's chest
Lately Ive been in Brazil
On a violated Visa
Same old kid straight cooking theses beats up
Pull the Jeep up
G's with the heat tucked
Even my skeleton is crooked
Young hetero Joe but alot of guys
Would rather see me in the pen getting sodomized
Before they see me make M's from a Spotify
I guess it all depends how you saw a guy
Cause really only Lord knows
How many times that the bank came to forclose
Pops working overtime
I was searching for a rhyme or a reason
Young Saint Mike still fighting with the demons
I couldn't get mad
I just had to parry all the jabs and the crosses
Whipping up sauces
Couldn't play it safe or get caught up in the gossip
Shout out to the Lord for challenges and jams that i overcame
Thats why on every track I let them know the name
You knew me since the band threw a show and you came
But hippies like Xans more than Novacane
All that really mattered was it brought a check
When i was running through the city all alone like a drifter
Leaning on the scripture
Way before they ever used to ask for a picture
Now i'm in the game
On a violated Visa
Same old kid straight cooking theses beats up
Pull the Jeep up
G's with the heat tucked
Even my skeleton is crooked