U.S.-Bound Cenotaphs

[Produced by Yungbruhbruh] [Verse 1] Hola como você está? Clans of the drug trafficking leave the scratch marks apparent I am this; fuck the Legacy I.N.S Why the fuck you follow me? The family ties to a struggle of a migrants Deceive niggas found hung rip in the same border city Recent stings operations get you dip Is strange when things change Active shadows on the ceilings, get the guns out blow the steep slopes This ain't a dream motherfucka better duck and see Shock a nigga with a pale view from the Caribbean To the little storage, load the spirits, sup with this? Darkness in the narco-submarine Riddle the new bound U.S insurgence Searching to recite the list of a serial killer See ya pouring gasoline we set fire on each other Enough to flush the Monster of the Andes You're a fan you ain't gonn until I perform an autopsy to the tipy top This bitch life She nodded as if she re-sighted to something A familiar face when I leave you On the other, she had a kind kept wounded beauty Take it how you live it; Attach to my scrap books you don't know me She rolled on top of him a little wicked Flip her on her back, held her wrist, held ya down A little angry; a little did you know me Fuck it I show you how it be Walk behind the casket of Machiavelli Were it flows; the flows remains hidden Letting these chumps look at it all Cleared away, the truth was he didn't Push the cameras of my face you had words that I needed Frank White I be there in a minute; That's right Lid the psychoactive effects Interfering and co-existing with these niggas Cross fire between a soldier and a private assassin ready to catch wreck