Who is speaking in the first part of your song? I wanna look it up.

Flip is the derogatory term for Filipino people. Mostly used in World War II by American Soldiers. It means
Fucking
Little
Island
People.

Pretty racist amirite? Hope you like the song! I'm still learning how to mix and master so sorry if it sounds not fantastic! I'm trying my hardest to be better! Please share it and show yo mothafucking friends!

my Grandpa is the guy top left.

Lyrics
I’ll cop a million not the pesos, for my kapamilya
Undying love for the islands, but it don’t sound familiar
Never been to the tropics, So shit been not forgotten
The problem is that my mind shift, to white washing
Mcdonalds lobbed themselves, my dawgs still shop at hot topic
Acting edgy, lacking depth (depp) , you ain’t got scissorhands
Machete swinging flips, i wish i delt, a different hand
Yet either way, my president gon deal a vicious plan
It’s hard to take your fucking mask off
Asking God’s forgiveness, like you spitting to a slab wall
Never catch me slipping, when my toes down
Toes in, flowing, stone cold, wish you on now
Got Simon saying shit, like oh wow 
Golden Buzzer, nothing like the off the cuff, smoke loud
I’d tell you smokes if you got em
Duterte, hear me balling, he despatch gestapo, shot them

My Lola want me come over
Brown Sugar Platanos, and saucey hog adobo
I told her, Lola, hold up, gotta phone it up with mom 
Halt and drop the caller, when she offer diniguan
It’s the bomb, No satan in hot chilis and pork blood
I see soul unfold, told from straw huts
Wet mud, slipping in skisms, with Spans and Japanese
United States guilty as well, you gave em spam to eat


Rock the mic like i’m a killer 
Thrilla from Manila
Stealing from the richer,
To the don’t give a shitta
Wrists don’t fuck with slits
Unless im elbow deep, in hello grease
My Fellows been, in mellow dreams
Ain’t acting right, isosceles
Cops’ll squeeze from Compton all the way to Luzon
Almost always, they can’t keep they deuce off 
Need a bit of whoosah
Else you get the choppa, racka bracka lacka  booyah
You ain’t nothing to us

You mucus 
Hawk pyeuh
  
Fuck with me, I crack a good smile
Crackalacking with my crackers, got our own version of 8 mile
Battles up in the quad, when we was 16, what we do  dawg
couple suburban kids, who like the art of spitting true words
Ooh lord, wish I could pack my bags, and adios 
Take a plane to PI, and pop shit, like obvious  
Turn my music Radio, maybe you flips gon bump my shit
Stereo go where we go, hunnid gecs, have fun with it
Dollars turn to pesos, i don’t give a fuck, cop the range rove’
Bought some acres, that shit cost a mango
I ain’t worry no more, bout no stained close   
Cop a house in Cagayan de Oro
Worth like 10gs  
10gs in LA, could buy you popeyes and string cheese
10gs in LA you gon’ find that, yo bank cheap
10gs in PI, got a lifetime of summer breeze
10 weeks in LA, you gon find that, this life hard
10 weeks in PI,Turn Gs in, to Popstars

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