Spanish Jesus Westside Gunn (Ft. CRIMEAPPLE)

[Intro: Crimeapple]
La musica de Harry Fraud
Woah, esto si es un peligro, woah

[Verse 1: Crimeapple]
I'm stuffing chavo in my pantalones
Mami nervous, 'fore I leave, she holler, "Bendiciones"
This just made my rate double like the fucking chorus (woah)
Hard to ignore this, dog, my aura never looking porous
I said a prayer for every smoker twitching
'Cause what good is faith when there's no intention? (Woah)
I turned my dirty kitchen into pole position
Brother betrayed me, I guess we going fishing (I guess)
Condescending Fed reaching, look like John Turturro
And I still counted sheep like the census bureau
Demonic stallions with the fatty said I oughta wife it
Instead it's Ubers, Lyfts and taxis when I get the vice grip
Where the fuck was you when everything was looking frightening? (Huh?)
I only had a bottom bitch who'd never burned the rices
Now my ambition is indifference to any prices
While maintaining recognition that my time is priceless (oh my)
Made my soul comfy, found a new balance
Rather let karma kill you, I don't do malice (nah)
Focused on the paper, put a pencil to it
Wallet getting chubby like Botero drew it (woah)
Mastering my craft, help me stack the cheese
So I stay away from rats who fold like the back of knees (woah)
You just make sure that the package clean
Or meet a couple knuckleheads who all pack Febreze (woah)