Black Cortez

[Verse 1] I caught a gun case when I was just a young juvenile Mr. Gonzalez now you in the gang profile Shit's tough How do I explain this to my mother? She'll never understand that I try to be like my older brother's Baggy pants, cortez and my hoodie on Meeting girls tryna see who I can get pussy from Most of you rap about it but you never lived it I've seen my enemies in critical conditions I'm on a mission, Mom's gettin suspicious I pissed on my hands that's why I didn't go to prison They gave my brother 32 cause he didn't listen His girl was a witness, now she's in court snitchin' This is a crazy ass world Law of the king, don't put your trust in a fucken girl We live life to the fullest, drug sales and bullets Grab the nine and fucken pull it (chorus) Teardrops in my mother's eyes I was wrong, I realize Drama keeps following I feel like death keeps calling me I feel like death keeps calling me I feel like death keeps calling me Click, Click, Bang, Bang Click, Click, Bang, Bang [Verse 2] Back when I wore black cortez My mother checking in my room and I'm not there Walkin' through my neighborhood with big ass pants Crossing out my enemies with a black can I'm not an OG, I hate the new school Cause motherfuckers are gang bangin' on YouTube When was the last time you shot a gun? I got stories of bullshit I did for fun I was young, raised in the slums Up in Mexico, I got a few plugs Tell my homies up in prison I'm sending you pictures of bad bitches Wishin' that we could kick it I'm tryna maintain, but my mind's corrupted Drug money comes fast but it amounts to nothing I can't stop my persona's too arrogant Never fear shit it's in my blood, I'm a Mexican! (chorus)