LYRICS GAME

Lots know me out there as 'El Barbero'

It ain't for cutting hair, it's for skinning

The 815, that's my home

The roots that mold me come from Guanajuato

With a weed joint I chill, big time

Since I was 17 I started working

And I haven't quit rolling, much less working

And I haven't quit rolling, 'cause the goal's to stack green

All the way to Old Chicago

Nothing but Junior H

You'll catch me on Chicago streets in a Chevy

I've always been humble, that'll never fade

But I always like to stay in style

My clothes and little treats, nobody buys those for me

Cruz Azul on the field and me with a joint in my hand

With César and Elvis, shout-out to my bros

Barbero's my trade, in case there's doubt

Last name's Andrade if you ask again

And I haven't quit rolling, much less working

And I haven't quit rolling, 'cause the goal's to stack green