oh ya im holdin my own ya and i dnt need talk bout it! i walk it talk it dnt i m.i.m.i.c ya its mimic my government name Miguel paplo Zazueta no body do better we use b like 2 birds of feather i love it wen where together time ,love n understand were severed n nothing last ever never say never no matter how bad weather dnt worry bout a letter that i wrote ima joke but i hope yuh can put away dope never know relationship killer stick n poke need 2 roll 1 for sure cuz fhe story bout 2 tell ya might leave yuh fuckt up twised never thought 4 a min or a second id b in this i dnt wanna tell it but yuh really this chorus: im stil dat vato raised off nachos n tacoswen i was i was n highschool had way 2 many rivals had way 2 many problems i couldnt count all if them ima tell yuh wanna one of bad lil breezy believe me she was really fun ima lick yuhr yum yum make sure that yuh really cum we can make the night 4 us wasnt really wat it was all we did was drugs n fuck wat were yuh expecting off cuz i dint think its really was love that connected us n if it was didnt matter cuz itll all got fuck up learned wen i was locked up i was getting tatted up my homie was tell me yuh need to choose yuhr enemies a lil more carefully cuz yuh dmt wanna rest in peace and if yuh do i can go ahead n put right 2 sleep