[Intro: Jim Jones & Marc Scibilia]
No puedo dormir
Yo veo espíritu
(This ghost in my head, ghost in my head)
Heatmakerz
Crack Music
Capo
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I think my critics need to hear this
Or anyone who doubts my political awareness
I'm what you call a democratic with an automatic
A rebel and a bezel when I just ordered the Patek
You could build a wall as tall as the sky (To the moon)
We all know the coke still go far from the sky
Papi had a room with a wall full of pies
This is America, baby, where we fall for the lies (Impeach the president)
We never had much, but we had us (Uh-uh)
And even when the bills didn’t add up
We cooked up coke and it was crills that we bagged up
We sold in broad day and police still didn't bag us
I be ready to kill one of you MAGA's (Fuckers)
Shit, I’m throwin' shots, man, you still throwin' daggers
And my thoughts on the legalization
And they tryna turn weed into a legal libation
Why won't they legalize Haitians? (Sak Pasé?)
And throw on the Cubans too
I told my jeweler he could throw on a Cuban too
Or bust down a Rollie, it's frozen at two to two (West Side)
I took a private jet and you know where I flew the crew (LA)
Them coconut drinks that come with umbrellas in 'em
In the rain, we buy Rolls's that come with umbrellas in 'em (Facts)
The transition, baby, that was the hardest part
Police pulled me over and they still ripped my car apart (Don’t shoot)
So, I ain’t got to kneel just to stand with you (Uh-uh)
I was really in the field with them hand pistols (Facts)
I was really throwin' bullets like the Cap, huh, Cap, huh
(Nigga fuck around and get clapped)
I mean, uh
No puedo dormir
Yo veo espíritu
(This ghost in my head, ghost in my head)
Heatmakerz
Crack Music
Capo
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I think my critics need to hear this
Or anyone who doubts my political awareness
I'm what you call a democratic with an automatic
A rebel and a bezel when I just ordered the Patek
You could build a wall as tall as the sky (To the moon)
We all know the coke still go far from the sky
Papi had a room with a wall full of pies
This is America, baby, where we fall for the lies (Impeach the president)
We never had much, but we had us (Uh-uh)
And even when the bills didn’t add up
We cooked up coke and it was crills that we bagged up
We sold in broad day and police still didn't bag us
I be ready to kill one of you MAGA's (Fuckers)
Shit, I’m throwin' shots, man, you still throwin' daggers
And my thoughts on the legalization
And they tryna turn weed into a legal libation
Why won't they legalize Haitians? (Sak Pasé?)
And throw on the Cubans too
I told my jeweler he could throw on a Cuban too
Or bust down a Rollie, it's frozen at two to two (West Side)
I took a private jet and you know where I flew the crew (LA)
Them coconut drinks that come with umbrellas in 'em
In the rain, we buy Rolls's that come with umbrellas in 'em (Facts)
The transition, baby, that was the hardest part
Police pulled me over and they still ripped my car apart (Don’t shoot)
So, I ain’t got to kneel just to stand with you (Uh-uh)
I was really in the field with them hand pistols (Facts)
I was really throwin' bullets like the Cap, huh, Cap, huh
(Nigga fuck around and get clapped)
I mean, uh
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