YA DON’T SAY

[Verse 1: Nán Fiero]
Ate the shrooms, searching for enlightenment
Wash it down the yerba but no enlightenment
Came a long way from the [?] and the Vicodin
At my lowest I tried to see the highest I could get
Yeah, as if I wasn’t scared of heights
Right? Still caught my fair share of flights
From the ghettos of the Town I been aware it’s nice
It isn’t till I’m landing back home, I feel that paradise
Late night, hit 7-Eleven like a pair of dice
Then back in the stu like the potatoes and the carrots might
I’m with my brothers no bloodsuckеrs no parasites
Book us at ya’ show, getting more gigs than a tеrabyte
Should I rock the NBs, should I wear the Nikes?
No Adidas on you know I always wear my stripes
Been around long as the veterans been
Finding new ways to tell these rappers how I’m better than them
Him

[Chorus: Nán Fiero]
My verses don’t match the chorus and that’s okay
Ain’t no rules in this game homie, just go play
Ain’t what you say it’s what you don’t say, you don’t say?
Got ‘em looking like the Colgate before the OJ
My verses don’t match the chorus and that’s okay
Ain’t no rules in this game homie, just go play
Ain’t what you say it’s what you don’t say, you don’t say?
Got ‘em looking like the Colgate before the OJ

[Verse 2: Nán Fiero]
Yeah
And don’t you worry ‘bout the process
Only thing that matter if you cop it when I drop it
Nonsense, my brain can barely grasp a concept
Just write till I realize I got enough for a project
I break the fourth wall like it was demolition
Sometimes I have the type of thoughts you couldn’t tell a Christian
They wanted me to elaborate but I hella didn’t
Spend my downtime reminiscing
‘Bout the people who we lost and how I hella miss ‘em
Cemetery distance only 20 minutes yet I never visit
Just like my tío I ain’t spoke to since he went to prison
Over a industry they legalizing getting rich in
Along with they next-of-kin due to nepotism
Shit, we need a better system
We need a better system

[Chorus: Nán Fiero]
My verses don’t match the chorus and that’s okay
Ain’t no rules in this game homie, just go play
Ain’t what you say it’s what you don’t say, you don’t say?
Got ‘em looking like the Colgate before the OJ
My verses don’t match the chorus and that’s okay
Ain’t no rules in this game homie, just go play
Ain’t what you say it’s what you don’t say, you don’t say?
Got ‘em looking like the Colgate before the OJ