We ain't like you ain't like us
Pick a seat over there not sitting with us
Jalapeno Papi smashing tracks into the bus
I'm swerving left and right get left in the dust
I'm serving my life as I write through the dusk
I'm starving my lungs won't recognize us
They wanna give us nothing for this
This time I swear I won't miss
God tier with the shit
Gotta pray that we'll miss
Gotta stay on the low
Got tears in the mist
Got tears on my clothes
Got years of the licks
Getting licked like a dog in the parking lot
While getting sucked off in a darkened spot
My teeth so old now they're dark from rot
Got the old shit sparking giving off the watts
How is this taught I can't teach thoughts
I can't teach brains I can't teach brawn
You ain't got either and I'm so sorry
Well kinda yea hardly
You ain't got shit to show for it
Me and Papi got the seed it grows porous
Absorbing amassing attention this
Plant out of control it ate the kids
And I won't stop it yea like I could
If I had the chance yea like I would
I just keep it fed yea like I should
Never a chance you ever stood
You can't even keep yourself up straight
Now sit the f*ck down and uh stay
In the back of your mind like sup hey
Now shut the f*ck up as he uh plays
They wanna give us nothing for this
This time I swear I won't miss
God tier with the shit
Gotta pray that we'll miss
Gotta stay on the low
Got tears in the mist
Got tears on my clothes
Got years of the licks
Got the gears in my brain and they're turning up
Got the drinks in my hand as I'm turning up
When Papi's on the beat better turn it up
Fatal combos coming in better learn wassup
Success is something my team sees
Work is something my team bleeds
Pain is nothing when you sweat like us
Don't even try you ain't us
You're not like me you're not Papi
We're satin curtains you're hanging sheets
Every second I'm in I bring the max you're the min
Everytime I speak it's the synonym to sin
It's a blessing and I'm messing around I don't care
Papi sending all these waves throughout the sound air
We're used to this shit you're washed like my dick
Deterred like a bitch you're never like this
Papi popping off and I'm dropping off
You're sloppy huh you were never on
You we're never there we were never scuffed
Papi turn it up time to send it stuffed
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We ain't like you ain't like us
Pick a seat over there not sitting with us
Jalapeno Papi smashing tracks into the bus
I'm swerving left and right get left in the dust
I'm serving my life as I write through the dusk
I'm starving my lungs won't recognize us
They wanna give us nothing for this
This time I swear I won't miss
God tier with the shit
Gotta pray that we'll miss
Gotta stay on the low
Got tears in the mist
Got tears on my clothes
Got years of the licks
Getting licked like a dog in the parking lot
While getting sucked off in a darkened spot
My teeth so old now they're dark from rot
Got the old shit sparking giving off the watts
How is this taught I can't teach thoughts
I can't teach brains I can't teach brawn
You ain't got either and I'm so sorry
Well kinda yea hardly
You ain't got shit to show for it
Me and Papi got the seed it grows porous
Absorbing amassing attention this
Plant out of control it ate the kids
And I won't stop it yea like I could
If I had the chance yea like I would
I just keep it fed yea like I should
Never a chance you ever stood
You can't even keep yourself up straight
Now sit the f*ck down and uh stay
In the back of your mind like sup hey
Now shut the f*ck up as he uh plays
They wanna give us nothing for this
This time I swear I won't miss
God tier with the shit
Gotta pray that we'll miss
Gotta stay on the low
Got tears in the mist
Got tears on my clothes
Got years of the licks
Got the gears in my brain and they're turning up
Got the drinks in my hand as I'm turning up
When Papi's on the beat better turn it up
Fatal combos coming in better learn wassup
Success is something my team sees
Work is something my team bleeds
Pain is nothing when you sweat like us
Don't even try you ain't us
You're not like me you're not Papi
We're satin curtains you're hanging sheets
Every second I'm in I bring the max you're the min
Everytime I speak it's the synonym to sin
It's a blessing and I'm messing around I don't care
Papi sending all these waves throughout the sound air
We're used to this shit you're washed like my dick
Deterred like a bitch you're never like this
Papi popping off and I'm dropping off
You're sloppy huh you were never on
You we're never there we were never scuffed
Papi turn it up time to send it stuffed
Pick a seat over there not sitting with us
Jalapeno Papi smashing tracks into the bus
I'm swerving left and right get left in the dust
I'm serving my life as I write through the dusk
I'm starving my lungs won't recognize us
They wanna give us nothing for this
This time I swear I won't miss
God tier with the shit
Gotta pray that we'll miss
Gotta stay on the low
Got tears in the mist
Got tears on my clothes
Got years of the licks
Getting licked like a dog in the parking lot
While getting sucked off in a darkened spot
My teeth so old now they're dark from rot
Got the old shit sparking giving off the watts
How is this taught I can't teach thoughts
I can't teach brains I can't teach brawn
You ain't got either and I'm so sorry
Well kinda yea hardly
You ain't got shit to show for it
Me and Papi got the seed it grows porous
Absorbing amassing attention this
Plant out of control it ate the kids
And I won't stop it yea like I could
If I had the chance yea like I would
I just keep it fed yea like I should
Never a chance you ever stood
You can't even keep yourself up straight
Now sit the f*ck down and uh stay
In the back of your mind like sup hey
Now shut the f*ck up as he uh plays
They wanna give us nothing for this
This time I swear I won't miss
God tier with the shit
Gotta pray that we'll miss
Gotta stay on the low
Got tears in the mist
Got tears on my clothes
Got years of the licks
Got the gears in my brain and they're turning up
Got the drinks in my hand as I'm turning up
When Papi's on the beat better turn it up
Fatal combos coming in better learn wassup
Success is something my team sees
Work is something my team bleeds
Pain is nothing when you sweat like us
Don't even try you ain't us
You're not like me you're not Papi
We're satin curtains you're hanging sheets
Every second I'm in I bring the max you're the min
Everytime I speak it's the synonym to sin
It's a blessing and I'm messing around I don't care
Papi sending all these waves throughout the sound air
We're used to this shit you're washed like my dick
Deterred like a bitch you're never like this
Papi popping off and I'm dropping off
You're sloppy huh you were never on
You we're never there we were never scuffed
Papi turn it up time to send it stuffed
Writer: Matthew Brownstein
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