[Intro]
(Okay Hold up Background Check)
(Lets see if this kid could spit)
[Verse 1: Quince]
Ight...
Im Drinking up to my preference
Bombay making my breathe stink
Bad b*tches all in my checklist
No f*cks twisted my brain sinks
Im thinking maybe Ill drink six
Im past ten, and thats past tense
No remorse when I lose sense
I wake up with no movements
Paralyzes with no bruises
Its back to life on the movement
Migrating migo who's prudent
We drink up cause we students
Im sick of being so dead though
Drinks ain't making my cash flow
Its hella dope, when you so throwed, but my wallet turned to black hole
Oh no, so-so, Im never saying I feel Hope
I tell ya that I hate drinking bro, yet I'm finding out that Im drinking more
Chiraq I ain't from there, thats petty sh*t it don't compare
Colombian I know warfare
Guerrillas looking for their share
Banana clips and they guns bang
Inside of jungles they maintain
Its donkey kongs in this wilderness, and they hold us hostage like princesses
Its real death in our pueblos
No escape from the devils
When I go, I see ghettos, no city life that I do know
Yo chain under your shirt, clothes
Keep an eye on your hijos
Its real life, its real like
I saw it all with my two eyes
Its too real for these fake guys so I'm realizing they real lies
We alive, We alive, they yelling when they escape alive
No longer living in paradise so we left home to expand our lives
Enter U.S
Undercover like agents
Wondering why Im faded its cause reality Jaded
An escape from the chasing, we run bolt Jamaican
Only way to make it
In too deep, engrave it
No popping off when you see the cops cause you gota hope they don't see your ass
Quiubo, thats wasup
Quince don't let up
I lived through some spic sh*t, but that don't make me sh*t
Les debo a mis padres
Me apoyan, compadres
Bi-lingual my n*gga
Goodbye, Buenas tardes
(Pause)
Phew...
Damn...Round 2?
Ight, but it ain't gon be as long this time
Straight flexing this time...
[Verse 2: Quince]
Flow switch with my two cents, gota pretend, that I make sense
Got an accent, that be acting, like its average, but its passing
Its erratic, Cause the wordplay's gota habit
While I'm spazzing, like its static
Call it Thunder, Westbrook but its Magic
Johnson making it happen with baskets
And I know that you n*ggas be asking, how this migo came up on the rapping
Ill admit that i never imagined, it could happen
Yet the rhyming just came with a passion
Little dude with a beard looking spanish
I embrace it cause thats what I am bish
Recognize that my name is hispanic
And its Lui Lu!
Number Quince, too!
And you haters are saying I'm nothing but did you think that sh*t through
And I parlez-vous français, so I tell yo b*tch Bonjour
Now Im hoping she don't speak it cause thats all I knew
Ha!
[Outro]
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