| I’m on fire |
| like the tip of a blunt |
| cashing checks like you do |
| on the first of the month |
| sittin back |
| twistin up a fat sack |
| of that bomb weed |
| young brown and dangerous |
| aggressive & hungry |
| hi power is a motherfucking army |
| salute to the general |
| the one that’s known as criminal |
| still on the billboards |
| coming with the sickest flows |
| still breaking pounds |
| on the motherfucking digital |
| they know the name |
| the heard about em |
| talk about em |
| I bring the music that |
| the cd stores sold out of |
| they know the movement so bad |
| they know the label |
| them young hispanics |
| they left the west coast disabled |
| it’s hi-power till the day i die |
| fuck a record contract |
| they said this shit was a way of life |
| and i ain’t talking about no papers |
| I’m talking about loyalty ese |
| with middle fingers to the haters |
| playa haters & investigators |
| stay the fuck up out of the way |
| running on that chevrolet |
| believe i let them balas spray |
| hands up in the air |
| like it was a robbery |
| still stacking |
| no matter the economy |
| We steady risen |
| still representin |
| toking a blunt |
| before i finish my sentence |
| these haters dissed in the past |
| but now they beg for forgiveness |
| some of us wished they would left |
| they see us begging and wishing |
| that i would spit a on that shit |
| maybe do a hook for em |
| no love for these busters |
| criminal straight ignores em |
| then i scape to the back |
| with a blunt of that dank |
| give a fuck what you think |
| steady risen in the blaze |
| in this west coat latin rap |
| steady risen let’s toast |
| and bow to the label |
| that’s known to represent most |
| haha now take a look at the shelves |
| how does it feel? |
| Then take a look at your sales |
| with your sorry ass music |
| and your sorry ass life |
| in your sorry ass clothes |
| fools crying on the mic |
| than they calling on my cell |
| tryin to cry on my shoulders |
| let it be known |
| you get no love from the soldiers |
| so save your call levas |
| and save your texts |
| and the fans will figure shit |
| so just save your breath |
| come step |
| than you’re playing with death |
| i smash motherfuckers ese |
| so watch your step |
| And any motherfucking rider |
| roll over to this cat |
| on the way to benihanas |
| with the rhug & tec |
| growing up since a youngsta |
| yeah i knew them vets |
| and they schooled me right |
| so I do my best |
| I gotta be honest |
| I almost lost my motivation |
| cause the game is full of snakes |
| and the shit was getting tasteless |
| but the weak fell off |
| and the wackness was replaced |
| with the new motivation |
| so I throw it in they face |
| some new shit |
| only the strong survive |
| I proved it |
| and death before dishonor |
| came and left haters clueless |
| since i was a youngsta |
| I had love for this music |
| and now i thank god |
| that i have a chance to do this |
| travel around the world |
| make money for my new shit |
| fans going crazy |
| every time I drop a new hit |
| rappers rap & talk about ballin' |
| but i do this |
| blue & white diamonds |
| on my motherfucking new shit |
| catch me drinking pisto with my kids |
| at the dodger game |
| in this latin rap game |
| toss me in the hall of fame |
| I got love for my homies |
| no tolerance for lames |
| with a bad attitude |
| back the fuck up |
| with your wack ass low budget half ass |
| sorry ass little cracker jack trash |
| I take this shit to the bank |
| with my stacks |
| and tell the world don’t trip |
| the assassin is back ese |