Posed in the bando with my bros It's hot but still you can feel like snow Still you can feel the freezing cold When I get to pass with the crew We're type of gang that never Hang back for a strike back We never delay on the figth back We never delay to **** you up When you get to touch the blood If I get to call, if get to bleed Will you turn to my first aid kit? Will you turn to a snitch facing the pigs? Will you face my opps And lead my war? Can I really trust on my team In this jungle street? Will they really back my beef?! My mom told me N3 I know you're A good boy don't make The rest think else I told my mom "It's good you know your boy The rest they **** their opinions" My boys and I we keeping choosing The road tho we ain't that bro We aim to place the fam at Ibiza Island before the North Pole comes