Lyrics Damn Son - Young Quicks

(Silly Crew)
(Hoodspace)
(Let's go)

If I hit the club I might ask 'em for a dub (Thousand)
Just to get it bouncing at the club
A lion in the jungle but I ran it since a cub
I don't think they understand what the fuck is up
Money is the root of evil
Doing shit that's so illegal
With a flow that's sharper than a needle
Keep on rocking like a Beatle
Blasting off like a torpedo
With every song que cocino
I'm amazing cuando rimo
I will never let it fall
Answer every call
When it comes to the funds I will always get it done
RIP to Big Pun
The best is yet to come
Got Latinos worldwide
If you ignore it then you dumb
Saven que es mi tiempo
You know que no miento
Esos vatos falsos domas pasan como el viento
Says I give her goosebumps todo el tiempo que la tiento
If you got the throne now no dejes tu asiento

Like damn son
I'm the fliest on the coast
I feel I could really be the coach
A bunch of fake players on the court
They won't make it in the game
When they treat it like a sport
Like damn son
I'm the fliest on the coast
I feel I could really be the coach
A bunch of fake players on the court
They won't make it in the game
When they treat it like a sport
Like damn son

Let me breathe
I just flipped a couple pounds did it with such ease
When I had no bread dawg
Still made cheese
When I had no fame bitches still loved me
I'm like damn son
Where you be
Everywhere the money at whoever looking for me
I work like a machine
I'm always looking so clean
Either you real or you fake 'cause there's no in between
I'm out here repping the team
You know
Chasing dollars
Known to keep it classic like impalas
I looked up to ballers
It's like they never seen a mexican at Benihana's
Worth a couple commas
Hottest in the game always rock a couple chains
I don't even aim every bar hit 'em the same
I'm a product of the pain
You're a product of cocaine
When you really in the field
Then you better choose a lane (boy)

Like damn son
I'm the fliest on the coast
I feel I could really be the coach
A bunch of fake players on the court
They won't make it in the game
When they treat it like a sport
Like damn son
I'm the fliest on the coast
I feel I could really be the coach
A bunch of fake players on the court
They won't make it in the game
When they treat it like a sport
Like damn son