Bambu - Blikka Bam (Bambu) lyrics

Yo, I've been quiet most the year
Grew out the 'stache and the beard
I stopped hanging out with rappers
'cuz they corney and weird
I adhere to different rules
I follow codes with a gun
The only code you rappers know
Require dialin' a one i ain't the one
I am the sum of being raised to resist
This is before Donald Trump punk
I was brought up in this
I was raised by OG's from that Satanas set
Used to rob and sell drugs
Weren't no day job checks
See I am different than these
Other Filipinos you met
Who's parents finessed it and worked it
To the suburbs they left
I never sat inside a Honda
With the canon exhaust
I ain't hang up import models
Off my bedroom wall
Nah, I was tryna fight these
Other immigrant kids in LA
Frankie told me don't you ever let
Them get in your face
And to this day I'd rather catch a bullet
Square in mah pi
Than to have another man say he got over on I

My old Lady say I'm stubborn
I should quit while I can
I told her homie you know what
It is I'm Blam Blikka Bam
Somebody go get your man
I am Blam Blikka Bam
Somebody go get your man
I am Blam Blikka Bam
My old Lady say I'm stubborn
I should quit while I can
I told her homie you know what
It is I'm Blam Blikka Bam
Somebody go get your man
I am Blam Blikka Bam
Somebody go get your man
I am Blam Blikka Bam

Said I've been gone for most the year
Grew out my belly with beer
It's hard keeping trash rappers
From polluting my ears
I adhere to different rules see there's
A code where I'm from
The only code you busters know
Require dialin' a tone
The sound track kids and youth rap
Make you feel older than old
I collect from little homies who
Jack hipsters for phones
They might break into your home
Full invasion of home
But when robbin tha only option and
Ya thin to tha bone
You be like fuck it I'm gone
My mom and dad always gone
An' them Americans is tellin' us
That we don't belong
I'm a couple months away from
Fillin' bottles in carts
Was always profit over people
That's what sets me apart
From very start, on the set like a director
They try keep ours dumber
Than the president's kids
Or like the president is
And his administration
See this is immigration
Versus whatever he is

I am Blam Blikka Bam blam Blikka Bam
Thats exactly who I am i'm Macario Sakay
With a musket in my hand
Yeah I'm Blam Blikka Bam blam Blikka Bam
I am Blam Blikka Bam blam Blikka Bam
Thats exactly who I am i am Blam Blikka Bam
I'm Macario Sakay with a musket in my hand
I am Blam Blikka blam Blikka
Blam Blikka Blaca daca daca wake us up
We been sleepin' we been dreamin'
We been happy with the cut
WE need back back that that made LA lA
That made the Bay the Bay
Not what Silver Lake 's today
Not what Mission is today
Not what Brooklyn is today
Not whatever neighboorhood thats run the
Poor out of today
I remember when I was a young teen
And my mama heard a knock at the door dream