Bandanas 2 Ties

Went from bandanas to ties a matter of seconds
17 got no degree, that hyna was pregnant
Kids out here run on a sentence, carry a weapon
I was good friends with a priest, so call it confession
He was a friend of the streets, just handing out blessings
Holy water so refreshing, it's so refreshing
All my decisions don't make sense no more
Out of the hood, what am I living for
Making some bread, but I think I need more
I need enough to go buy me the store
Get me a pad, maybe next to the shore
Some micheladas, a private resort
Seat at the table, we eating for sure
Some of ya'll fake, so I'll take it to go

I just assume, when I walk in to the room
I don't look like you
Don't know if you wonder but you
Ain't know half of the shit a vato had to do
Was throwing out gang signs, tagging street signs
City already knew
If you came to the Southside our people was family
Ye we was more than a crew

Raised in a mobile home, loyalty true
Somos de barrio, shit that's where we grew
Échale ganas, we pushing it through
Facing the journey that life would ensue
The city they witnessed what we couldn't hide
A scar that is bleeding, you heal it with pride
You learn on the go, you becoming guide
Look out for the young ones, they feeding 'em lies
Got a degree, now you think that you woke
Write me a thesis on why you still broke
Cancelling people, you can't take a joke
Laugh through the pain ese, that's how we cope
Feel like I've changed too much, won't be the same
Back in the city, forgetting my name
Feel so removed, after moving away
Some of y'all way too resistant to change

I just assume, when I walk into the room
You wondering too
What a vato like me had to do
To catch up to privileged ese like you
Was throwing out gang signs, writing clean lines
People already knew
See I come from a home that been taking way too much shit
From all the vatos like you

The energy different, who's rooting for you
I keep a tight circle, ain't fucking with you
Don't post on the gram, I like keeping it real
See, I don't read fiction, that shit don't appeal
Fantasies, yeah I can bring 'em to life
My hyna she proof, we had a good night
Told her, baby girl you in for a ride
She put on a chongo, got lost in her eyes
See, I ain't a vato just stuck in a dream
I'm stacking up bread while you scrolling through memes
Success overnight, yeah that's how it seems
You put in the work, the rest is a breeze
Degree in my hand, I did it for us
The family proud, I did it for what
First year outta college, not making enough
Shout my people who still coming up

I just assume, when I walk in to the room
I don't look like you
Don't know if you wonder but you
Ain't know half of the shit a vato had to do
Was throwing out gang signs, tagging street signs
City already knew
If you came to the Southside our people was family
Ye we was more than a crew