Hey, what's up It's the homie, Lil' Rob Back to clear some shit up, you know? People be stealing my shit And making money off it And you know who you are Hey, Mr. Postman, do me a favor Deliver the letter, the sooner, the better Blew you vatos away, like a feather Familia Records, chale, whatever People don't know and I'm not one to talk But I gots to clear my name for the shit that you dropped Lil' Rob, Still Smokin' Homie, who the fuck you jokin'? Burning Raza with my name, use your brain, you're insane It's a shame you're not ashamed to being lame Are you Raza? No, then change what you claim Be proud of who you are and not who you wanna be I don't wanna work with you, why do you wanna work with me? I'm not your artist, so focus on them If they're not making you money, and you're broke, that's on them But to take the shit the way you did You remind me of a jealous, little desperate kid No llores No llores You wonder why I broke left If I would have stayed, I would have left broke (Simon) You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why) If I would have stayed, I would have left broke (I would have left broke) No llores You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why) If I would have stayed, I would have left broke (Simon) You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why) If I would have stayed, I would have left broke (and that's no joke)