Close To The Ground

[Verse 1] Dead in the middle of El Barrio My Puerto Rican's known for slashing Give me my cut, or feel the razor's edge I got guns that will raise the dead Word to my cousin Ray, who went to Rocker's Island and came home with dreads I got a serious flow, courtesy of the bodega All I approved, Smoke DZA too Shout out to Al-Doe, Willy Hex size em' up VDon set me the fire, so imma' light it up I moved diesel, wasn't trying to be stupid Just trying to get the bitches and not rely on Cupid You fucking roaches, the summer when I come out I made Killer Junebug Tanboy, crew love My son getting bigger in his mother's belly I'm prepared for the road but I'm not ready My whole life been a tow, nothing easy Pass the torch, Triple C me, my gun play is deadly [Hook] Some villains stays on in the bodega The workers work with burners, get it on in the bodega Domino game out front, cocaine moving in the back, I ain't make it this is facts When you hear ?, that means it's over When you hear, a new shipment coming over Everyday life in the bodega, my life is the bodega Born, live, and die in the bodega [Verse 2] Uh, last of the Po 'Rican's, my father's Dominican I'm asking father to forgive before I sin again I'm asking, father please don't make me have to kill again I'm extra careful with the shit I'm always getting in Heavy breathing cause the nicotine, I think I need a Nicorette Fuck it where my cigarettes at? My wifey's scared for my health, cause she's worried I'll be gone before I have to use the belt On my little man