"Sinaloa Cartel" lyrics

I stayed on the station on the floor in the bando my boys
Showered at your baby mother's had her changing my coins
I'm on the hotline talking with some bass in my voice
A blue mattress and the dirt is what I'm tryna avoid
I know I'm making my choice
I think I'm the best thing that ever came from the 'Coigne
And I know that ain't saying much, I'm kinda missing the point
Remember you was at my door, "Potter give me a joint," we come a long way
Now all they ever seem to do is just rub me up the wrong way
You should listen to me let the song play
Pull up in that Bruce Wayne, and I got that John Wayne
You see me filthy, see me free, why the long face?
You see me do all of them years and never complain
You see me out there hand to handing in the sun-rain
I see you getting all excited for a one-fame
Shame you ain't all excited 'bout the gunplay, ah well
'Round here we got them things like the Sinaloa Cartel
I don't wanna hear about all that work you can't sell
My young boys selling half, make the yard smell
They shoot Topshottas 2, call 'em Darnell
I'm carrying the rap game made my head swell
I mean made my arm swell, all's well that ends well
Still my own strain the only thing I exhale
Guess who made it snow stones, they call that hail
I can tell you 'bout heartache, death, and betrayal
I was on Nightingale, Osprey I never went Quail
But just for that put some Henny in my ginger ale
Long time now I had pigs on my trail
They got intel I wanna see your entrails, and that's interesting
'Cah I won't give it to him once, I'm gonna string vest him
No safety on the safety that I invest in
And I bet everything changes when the ink sets in