So I put Mis Manos Abrir

I know I'll never move up in my social-economic status

Well, I don't know if that's entirely true
I don't have a mirror in my life

I just get so jealous

You know, the point in all the rap songs

To spark jealousy

Show off one's success

I mean

I'll spit a lil' rap for you.

It's not that good, it'll only ever be mediocre at best

Just be unknown

So one day I hopped off the plane at LAX

I had my dream and my cardigan

People said Welcome to the land of fame excess

I said woah. I don't think I got that right.

Well, maybe if you said it. Not you but you

Maybe people would like it better.

So you hopped off the plane at LAX

You had a dream and a cardigan

You said welcome to the land of fame excess

Woah, am I going to fit in?

Well you know what, you fit more perfectly than I ever did with anyone

That's why I'm a little jealous

I never cry about my social-economic status

I know where I fit

I just will probably never rise.

Never be that Biggie, that Michael Jackson

But I just see how you walk in a room

And take it by force in a way
I'll never be able to.

So I put mis manos abrir...