Projects by Rey Santoya

Never been a minute that I hope for more, ain’t no progress, ain’t no open doors
I don’t give a fuck about you or me, only give a fuck about what I know’s in store
Go for broke, In the kitchen, let’s go toe to toe
Give ‘em left hook, and then another right, jab-jab, here we go, rope-a-dope
This that N64, Goldeneye, double AK47, kinda flow
Getting all different types of dough, dreaming of flying in the atmosphere when I’m drinking and I’m thinking it’s time to go
Let it all out, Guadalupe Projects, man hit the raw sound
Marijuana, hit the liquor in the system then I fall down
I remember the days, elementary grade, and it tend to be great
SEGA Dreamcast, Microwavable burgers with the Resident Evil, get the Nemesis slayed
Piss in the cemetery, Ain’t a lack of respect
I’m as bad as it gets, step on the wounded animals, I’m snapping the neck, have to forget
Red clouds in the night sky, little kids going bye-bye
Getting hit by cars when they drive by, funeral setting, not a dry eye
Molested by a cousin, but you don’t tell anyone, you don’t want embarrassment
They forcing you to speak English or you not American

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Melodic rap
• alternative
• alternative rap
• gangsta rap
• san antonio rap
• texas trap
• trap
• trap rap
• San Antonio