Dear Non Believers, Pt. 2 - Bodega Bamz

Pain is temporary

I feel my temper flaring

Cause the shit I been through

I’m getting angry caring

You ask me how I’m winning

Follow the same old rules

Same bar, same stool

Different person seated

Everybody is real

We all got different meaning

We all bleed the same

But all have different feelings

I’m from the bottom

Sleeping with the roaches

Mice on the sticky trap

Imma overdose on focus

If you know how I’d done came up

They over look the Latins

We invented all this trapping

Escobar our grand daddy’s

Big punisher’s the best, at least in 99

Problems looking for a 24 hours

My closest friends they starving

So I hope they understand

I’ll provide as much as I can

Only using two hands

I never took it personal cause all I need is Ohla

Willie’s energy, Ruben’s positivity

The rest was celebrated

Living for the moment

I prepared for the future

Knowing soon I’ll be the chosen

I do it for my culture

Hispanic pride to the death

I’m just Lavoe

Cursed with this gift but I’m feeling blessed

My pops kicked my out

For music I loved

I came from his two nuts

So how the fuck can I hold a grudge

He has owed a lot

I get a call he gets a lot

I’m a son from his gun

Hold it up, load it up to take a shot

If it wasn’t for God my God I would be gone

Dear non believers just hear the song

I respect the haters

Every opinion needed

Every hand I shake

Every time I’m greeted appreciated

Imma gonna make this world mine

A Christian who dipped into crime

And never looked back

I remain humble

Cause when I’m worth millions

Is gonna feel even better

Cause I had to crawl to get it

Just keep me in your prayers

There’s Benny Blancos out here

I can’t give you the blueprint

These words I share

Dear non believers

I understand you fear

So now you see

I was destined for the Spanish heir