(I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME I CAME (TO THE UNITED STATES)
I remember the first time I came
I was feeling so good
That I was coming to make money (in English)
To the United States (in Spanish)
I had it all planned out
Even though I was really young (in English)
Because thanks to my family
I had my own green card
So I was flying in a plane (in English, in a “plain”)
A little later shit went down
And I ended up un C.Y.A.
I was doing my thing (in English)
I was doing my thing
On the street
I violated parole
And again, they found me guilty of a new case (in English)
And I ended up in prison

Chorus x 2 Paying a lot of bullets (in English)
Paying a lot of bullets
But my messed-up life
Is not over yet (in English, “not over yeat”)
Is still not over yet

I keep working
With the ho’s and the money
I’m gonna be enjoying freedom
Having a great time
In the state of California
From San Francisco to LA
Where there are many homies
Doing it big (in English)
And with a lot of respect
If you think you will reveal
They will put you
the one-eighty-seven
And they will make sure
That you don’t come out alive
Even that they need clients to make money (in English)
Your stupid ass (in English)
Has nothing
Except your death
It will be like a joke
It will be something funny
And your family is a failure
Because they killed another joker
Don’t know if I will be arrested
Or if this time I’ll go free
I was born for the business
And with ours we are top notch
Living the bad life
And with the bitches
We play with them assess

Chorus x 2 Paying a lot of bullets (in English)
Paying a lot of bullets
But my messed up life
Is not over yet (in English, “not over yeat”)
Is still not over yet

CRAZY HUMBLE AND REAL