Salsa Moves

[Intro]
...ology
Short fuse
GOYA
Here we go...

[Veres 1]
The guns and the yay's still available
Tell me what you need, I can put it in the air for you
We from the block, where they drive by, stare at you
Circle the block, come back and let it flare with you
Put holes in your ass, something terrible
Bought a mini-mag and I mean that bitch marriable
Henny and rum in my cup, call that shit Theraflu
Hella late, put that hangover some' bearable
You ever smell crack rocks burning in your crib?
Or had somebody get murderеd where you live?
Or watch a crack hеad run off with your TV?
If them answers are "no"
Then you can never be me
I told my mama, "watch, I'ma get on TV"
Then what fuck I do? Get up on a TV
This is fam shit, bulletproof loyalty
GOYA threeology, hip hop royalty

[Verse 2]
Moët popper, the scared popper, the best rocker
Helicopters and jealous cowards can never stop us
Motorcycles and choppers
This pharmacy got my paper popping
[?] tax drama but get rocker
Turn you to a [?] walker
Fence hopper don't get shot at
Meet you at your funeral
Promise you'll be dressed proper
Spending dollars on hater blockers to [?] my shackles
Ain't no shocker, this pen and paper made a major offer
Get out of the streets and be a author
Go and save my daughters from being a statistics
Another baby without a father
Two baby-mamas, they hold it down while I make the profits
Lase my pockets with short fuse
That's my main accomplice
Accomplishments I can stack em
Check my rhymes, the forty-plus projects
I promise you I'm a monster and I'm signing monsters
See me shining castle
Where the lines are longer
Left the booth [?] in the smoke like the shit was a sauna

[Outro]
GOYA, we on fire right now
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