9:42 A.M - Castro Escobar

Uhh, I woke up with my dick hard and my ambitions stronger

Stop at the store for some gas and a FIJI Water

32 ounce and I’m pumpin' gas cause I’m almost empty

My ex just text me on how much she does regret me

My own team says that I was fallin' off

The day that I fall off will be the day that I wait, just stop right?

And I’m tatted like a muthafuckin' Mexican (Why?)

But that’s only because I’m Mexican

«Padros can’t rap.»

Fuck whoever said that

I do this for my mom and my fam and all my wetbacks

I do this for my cousin and uncle who got sent back

If Castro said it, he lived it, best believe he meant that, right?

If Pops wasn’t drinking', Pops was in a bad mood

That drunk from Apartment 6, yeah my dad was that dude

And I would always feed off of my momma’s love

Promise to stay from the liquor and all the drugs

15 years later, my pupil’s small and my palms are sweaty

My nostrils clogged and my music’s loud and I’m drinking heavy

My stomach’s hurtin' and I’m drivin' up to the city

With a girl that’s not really my girl ridin' with me

In a golden '03 SUV on 24's, that I bought in 2013 but the windows don’t roll

And I feel like my life is passin' me by

Can’t sleep at night, cause now very dream I have man I die

And it’s sad because my nightmares will probably come true

But if you thought just like I think, then tell what would you do?

I got a scar in my heart, a dent in my brain, some guilt in my conscience

I’m surprised that I sane

And I know that everything keeps happenin' for a reason

But lately I just think if my visions even worth keepin', right?

Cheap orange juice with a soup would be my Breakfast, right?

Uhh, would be my Breakfast right?

Uhh, one time