Los Alva - 530 Freestyle

Yeah, uh, could feel you slippin' from my palms
Write you letters from the bay shore
Thinkin' to myself, should I save it, should I say more
Let's just change the topic, picture crop it, stop it
I don't wanna go there, can we just drop it, I think
I'm a little burnt out, to say the least
Back out east, I was turned to a beast
And they got creased, we gon' feast
When they give us a chance, that's on Citas
Ayo, this is hard work, this not makin' pizzas
That's what Frankie told me
Bro, that shit was easy money
Searchin' for some peace of mind
My innocence was taken from me
Now, all I know is, I don't know what I oughta know
Man, this show biz
Trade your heart for a little gold
Yo, that your biz
Baby, what's your motive
Followin' my calling until I fallin' right in those hips
Brother, why you startin'
Just go all in, yo, that's your wish
Bro, to keep it solid, spit it honest
Yo, that show gift
That's just what the spirit told me
Ain't no one could ever hold me
I remember rappin' to myself
Cause I was hella lonely
They ain't wanna hear me out
Now I'm hot, they hella on me
We know that it's all a front
Son, you lookin' hella phony
Gotta break a leg or get a yank from the cane
Why would I ever stay the same
When I've been destined for change
I take my blessings, with a grain
And drop a tear in the rain
Fuck the fame
There's way too much shit on my brain, I'm sayin

Written by:
Carlos Alvarado

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