The Initiation

Legend has it

Way up in the mountains of Medellin

The city of eternal spring

There was an initiation

Only those that were there know the importance of this event

And how it changed one man's life forever

The legend of Don Miguel

His life is a movie, misunderstood by the uninitiated

Scene one

Top of the mountain

One of Pablo's places

The most beautiful women

The smiles on their faces

Give away they heard I'm in the building

Approach my table, introduce themselves one by one

Tequila shot, Kush Mountain grown in Medellin

Focused on the details of what to tell the team

Bitch I'm with so bad, man she can sell a dream

Me llamo Don Miguel, tell your team

Soy el jefe nuevo

Shit move when I say so, because I say so

Young OG that rose through the ranks

Initiated with them champagne flutes

Now I'm even speaking Spanish when I step in the banks

Properties in different countries, I'm as big as you think

Walking through the airport like my shit don't stink

Designer passport holders whipped out of the gates man

We take trips around the world

And I love when he speaks Spanish

Mi vida es el mejor. From Cuba to Colombia

We have the most amazing conversations

Conversations with intellectual women

The way they massage my thoughts lead to happy endings

Over coffee in Costa Rica at midnight

Pretty face with a slim athletic build type

Fine as fuck, resemble Yamaris

Twinkle in her eyes like the night skies of Paris

She been with men with no taste, she's slightly embarrassed

This hot towel they give first class for our hands

Wink to the flight attendant, another drink before we land

Sexy thing staring like she not with her mans

Connected out in Brazil with Zakee, a made man

That's how I got a pass, like Irvin from Aikman

In the city of God

That's how I got a pass, like Irvin from Aikman

In the city of God

You wish your man had these types of connections

These thoughts inspire high fashion

Out in Amsterdam, they putting my quotes on designer jackets

Production companies cut me checks for acting

Hood **** saying I went pop, I'm laughing

They don't mean it as disrespect

They enamored by the fact they know a living legend in the flesh

Pasta at Fabio's in Le Mans

Solidifying family bonds out in France

Dining at San Cristobal La Habana

That same restaurant as the Carters and Obamas

Hand me champagne when I walk through the door

Lead singer of the band was feeling me for sure

Time to leave, shower me with gifts galore

Monte Cristo number twos, them shits was raw

That's the gold standard for shaped Cubans

Ironic because I love the shape of Cubans

I really do

I never know what country I'm waking up in

An 18th century chateau in France

Or the mountains of Colombia

And I'd like to keep it that way

Supercharged Range Rover, Toretto on the gas

Doing 90 like I'm trying to speed away from my past

But we all know the good times don't last

Fell asleep one night at the wheel and crashed

One night fell asleep at the wheel and crashed

One night, fucked around, fell asleep and crashed

It was at this moment he knew he fucked up