Beam Me Up Scotty

[Intro: Nán Fiero]
Know what I’m saying man, you know what the fuck going on out here man (ay)

[Verse 1: Nán Fiero]
You wasn’t wit’ me shooting in the gym I wasn’t there either
I never claimed to be a thug I ain’t a square neither
I always been a freak of nature I’m a rare creature
I’m looking like a silverback with grizzly bear features
A verse from me yeah that’s a rare feature
They try to page me to collab, it ain’t the ‘90s I don’t wear beepers
Remember when me and my brothers used to share sneakers
My mama used to make us grab whatever pair’s cheaper
I done come a long way I took the scenic route
It’s just enough to celebrate, something to drink about
That 12 pack of Pacífico might bring the beaner out
I throw on some románticas like I’ma clean the house
Born americano, paisa on the inside
It ain’t really a plato if the rice not on the thick side
Test my luck like I know the dice hot I’ma get mine
And level up, reaching different heights I’m on a incline

[Chorus: Nán Fiero]
I don’t care what you slapping if it ain’t this
I’m in a different lane, we ain’t on the same shit
I could only be myself I’ll never shapeshift
If I gotta fake it then I guess I’ll never make it
Still beaming up I feel like Scotty in that spaceship
I’m running through the competition in my Asics
If you can’t see the vision now you need some Lasik
They thought I couldn’t make a hit and then I made this

[Verse 2: Nán Fiero]
Me and my primo turned up at the indie show
Tequila take over my body like a symbiote
No matter how drunk I’ma get stay on my tippy toes
Just ‘cause I be sliding on the beat won’t catch me slipping though
I’m loving life it ain’t no doubt the shit get difficult
Me I don’t play the game on easy, I ain’t switching modes
Beat selection make ‘em think I’m from a different coast
When I say I’m from the West I’m talking strictly in the O
Woah, that’s right that mean the Town made me
I love it even if I ain’t been feeling proud lately
Know how to cheer myself up when I get down crazy
I cop the fresh pair of Nikes that look like brown gravy
I’m flowing like a stream of water so the sound wavy
Yeah I could either keep the boat afloat or drown maybe
I’m popping off like it’s a firearm without safety
If I ain’t a king then how I get this crown baby?

[Chorus: Nán Fiero]
I don’t care what you slapping if it ain’t this
I’m in a different lane, we ain’t on the same shit
I could only be myself I’ll never shapeshift
If I gotta fake it then I guess I’ll never make it
Still beaming up I feel like Scotty in that spaceship
I’m running through the competition in my Asics
If you can’t see the vision now you need some Lasik
They thought I couldn’t make a hit and then I made this