Salsa Verde

[Intro: Nán Fiero]
Yeah yeah
Uh
Nán

[Verse 1: Nán Fiero]
My Diadoras looking like the Mexican flag
How could I ever be mad, I’m tryna quit being a negative Nance
I just be dripping all this pessimist swag
Yeah I’m ignoring everybody while I get to the bag
Except for the fam, last night we shot dice
If it ain’t ‘bout bread skip over it like the top slice
Fuck the cops fuck ICE I don’t cop ice, I can’t afford it
Dad shoes over a pair of Jordans, pop life
Sonning these young’uns, sent to the corner ‘cause they not nice
Can’t tеll me what to do I call the shots like ya’ hot wifе
Control the narrative I‘m Morgan Freeman
My soul imperative I’m sure to keep it
Of course I’m dreaming ‘bout pouring drinks up in foreign beaches
I got goals might just take me a little more to reach ‘em
Tortoise features, my skin rough and I’m slow as hell
Even if it’s by a hair in the end I won’t hold the L

[Chorus: Nán Fiero]
Out with the old in with the new
Found some new clothes and different shoes
You feel me? Time to pick and choose, win or lose
Had to kill me, but I’m still me don’t get confused
Out with the old in with the new
Found some new clothes and different shoes
You feel me? Time to pick and choose, win or lose
Had to kill me, but I’m still me don’t get confused

[Verse 2: Nán Fiero]
Climbing out this hole like Bruce Wayne from the pit
It’s mister every time you see me new stain on the fit
I’m eating good, salsa verde over refried beans
Chopped the ‘fro but kept the taper like my Levi jeans
It go S-, T-U-P-I-D
When we hit the corner store we don’t need ID
Since back when I was just a knee-high teen
Copping 40s, black beanies and the clean white T’s
Triple layers not the whip insurance
We riding dirty as the Fanta when you sipping syrup
It’s not my cup of wine
Tried it probably once or twice, spit the drank out and ate the Jolly Rancher that I chucked inside, troubled times
I just don’t feel like writing struggle rhymes
At least not at the moment
I been a product of Oakland, all the way from the bottom’s approaching my side under-appreciated so I gotta promote ‘em
Woah there

[Chorus: Nán Fiero]
Out with the old in with the new
Found some new clothes and different shoes
You feel me? Time to pick and choose, win or lose
Had to kill me, but I’m still me don’t get confused
Out with the old in with the new
Found some new clothes and different shoes
You feel me? Time to pick and choose, win or lose
Had to kill me, but I’m still me don’t get confused