Spain - King Iso, A-Wax

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Iso, Waxface

I grew up 'round angels and demons, and no I don’t mean like the flick (Yeah,

yeah)

Raise Hell when alive, when we double though, can’t be where demons exist (Yeah,

yeah)

Pray to God like they do on the week, but sometimes I don’t think he exist

(Yeah, yeah)

I’ma kill 'em, a dude, I’m indigenous to it, you’ll see in the end (Yeah)

My sisters be saying «You think they’re your friends»

E-S-P-especially when I’m lit

We visit the past like he in the pen

I was shit on like T-P so I be with them sticks

I had county blues, might be with the rips

On top of the streets, I got beef with my bitch

I chief like Khalifa, won’t see you again

I ain’t talking camping on B’s, I’m intense

Guess she done fucked off, my back’s on the wall

I’m a dad, but I’m falling, can’t be with my kids

Stack two hundred large, but blew through it all

How I don’t recall, won’t believe what I did

Blood you ain’t my dog, your bitch on my balls

You better go put you a leash on that bitch

Hit Wax with a call like fuck it, let’s ball

And that’s on the set like I be doing dips

I’m paranoid bitch, you can see where I live

I’m leaving the crib with the heat on my hip

Yeah fuck all the ops, I’ma squeeze 'til it drops

Fire, run, I’m dumping a thing in the clip

Don’t speak on my name like Beetlejuice bitch

Cause shit can get ugly like beetle juice is

Fuck where do I turn, all bridges are burned

Like London, so fuck it, I’ll flee to Madrid

I still revisit the past although it’s painful

Maybe in another life I can explain more

E-S-P like I’m abbreviating Spain, oh

If I’m sensing any tension, let that thing blow

Every time you open up your mouth to speak, I have to run and tell myself what

your angle

Some people gon' go to Hell with all the demons after this, we can’t talk,

I’ll be with them angels

You go out when people remember you

Pending cases got me not giving out any interviews

Things that used to be so big to me now are so minuscule

Before you bro me, know that isn’t quite what I consider you

Money, guns and drugs, you know the usual

Trust some bitches I can’t trust, sometimes I get delusional

Standing tall and cool and I’m only breaking down at funerals

I’m losing you, that’s okay 'cause all I did was lose with you

Don’t try to break my winning streak, homies turn into enemies

Shouldn’t have to answer, if my choice is between them and me

Pots over the stove in mama’s kitchen taught me chemistry

The pain I felt inside told me to block out all your memories

I’ll get through this eventually

Ain’t much time to reminisce, I don’t see no resemblance

In the ways we move, how come you can’t keep your resentment in

Rose up out the gutter, your hatred for me must stem from this

Diamonds in my teeth, is how my words are so expensive, bitch

I still revisit the past although it’s painful

Maybe in another life I can explain more

E-S-P like I’m abbreviating Spain, oh

If I’m sensing any tension, let that thing blow

Every time you open up your mouth to speak, I have to run and tell myself what

your pain go

Some people gon' go to Hell with all the demons after this, we can’t talk,

I’ll be with them angels