What's For Breakfast, Guy?

Pet Tigers

Peanut Butter

Si, guey!
Produced by Bobby Beats

Gotta give a shoutout to homie Marijuano
Use to kick the flows now we drinking vodka bottles
This is like Saturday part II
Only you never heard the first one, I think it’s a smart move
Cuz the first song’s below average, my own madness
Trying to perfect these songs, because of that I grow frantic
But anyway, I meditate on many days
Tryna to get my work up, tryna get plenty plays
My past mistakes burning calories while running through my head
Stick my leg out and trip it, watch it tumble to its death
You wanna cancel me? Something that I said?
Was it that one time I said I only wear socks when fucking in my bed?
Listen, lady, that’s my thing, rather than judging me instead
You should experiment when you and your husband have sex
Never mind about the awkwardness
I’m just trying to get my pockets rich, dropping hits

Don’t pay me a pension, just pay me attention
And I’ll get rich, buy me speakers, turn up gain and compression
And hook up the microphone with a cable extension
And I’ll annoy you even more like back in the days of detention
I wanna a buy a Desert Eagle
And full of blanks, fire it off in crowded places when I’m upset at people
I graduated from the House of Pain
Looking to apply a sleeper hold to those who sound the same
Baby steps, baby steps, I ain’t famous yet
Don’t place your bets, but keep me in mind by the time the race is set
Did I mention it’s my day off and I drove by
South Park Mall, where I stay lost in my own mind?
At the food court, get me Chinese and some Mexican
Then order some food while I lay in the bed next to them
Anyway, let me get my mind right
Before the cameras get to flashing and I hit the lime light

H-E-B Sushi

Boarding pass, world class

Produced by Bobby Beats

Japanese Cherry Blossom

Established 2000.

I smile so I don’t cry, early wiping both eyes
You can see my energy, slower than life can go by
All stuck in small worlds, dream for the bigger things
A hoarse voice of reason, cuz no one seems to be listening
We taught to work with our hands, and pray afterwards
So we never could wash the dirt, let alone our sins, off our hands(es) first
Not exactly what you will read about
More ghetto than duct tape on a screen door to keep mosquitoes out
Brown men, look at the fights we been through
Playboy mags underneath our bed so we’ve always been good at hiding issues
So don’t be confused when then one of us eventually thinking to slice our wrists too
Marinate those 3 bars then press play if you like to continue
Little boys with no fathers
Grow up to be daddies to the fatherless so don’t bother
When those fatherless grow up to be our own daughters
who marry the same little boys who are nothing but grown toddlers 

I dream of pumping gas in a Ferrari, money stacks
National tours, wifey asking when you coming back?
A nice house on the island with the ocean views
Studio costing 5 Gs always close to you
Working 10 hours a day, the album’s overdue
Shows in the Valley and San Antonio too
White tee with the swim trunks, and sandals
In the middle of the afternoon, I get drunk on Jack Daniels
All without the nervousness
Of time passing me by, asking myself what my purpose is
Whether it’s positive, negative, livid, or controversial 
Whatever you think of me, you see me smiling on commercials
I’m 26 so I often thinking about
Where I’ll be at 33, will I be that King of the South
Like I said I’ll always be, will I wake up from this dream in no time
and smile so I don’t cry, early wiping both eyes?

Produced by Rob Camps

Samoan Drop

The housing projects paints a weary picture.

Produced by Rob Camps

Never been a minute that I hope for more, ain’t no progress, ain’t no open doors
I don’t give a fuck about you or me, All I give a fuck's what I know's in store
Go for broke, In the kitchen, let’s go toe to toe
Give ‘em left hook, and then another right, jab-jab, here we go, rope-a-dope
This that N64, Goldeneye, double AK47, kinda flow
Getting all different types of dough, dreaming of flying in the atmosphere when I’m drinking and I’m thinking it’s time to go
Let it all out, Guadalupe Projects, man hit the raw sound
Marijuana, hit the liquor in the system then I fall down
I remember the days, elementary grade, and it tend to be great
SEGA Dreamcast, Microwavable burgers with the Resident Evil, get the Nemesis slayed
Piss in the cemetery, Ain’t a lack of respect
I’m as bad as it gets, step on the wounded animals, I’m snapping the neck, have to forget
Red clouds in the night sky, little kids going bye-bye
Getting hit by cars when they drive by, funeral setting, not a dry eye
Molested by a cousin, but you don’t tell anyone, you don’t want embarrassment 
They forcing you to speak English or you not American

Rey Santoya