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In my crew, we burn it down till there's nothing left in the clip
We smoke that cigar, tiki taka like Pep
Hoodie kith, Jordan Retro, she’s rocking the 6s and I got the 3s, I got pigs
I throw it in their face and they don’t even see

I knew something was off, so I checked and checked
Connected with another plane, meditated and levitated
I applied the gift, scored the goal, dedicated it to you
Like I promised, but I never self-medicated

They say they’re juice, but I don’t know what they mean
They claim it’s fresh-squeezed, but it tastes like Levité
I didn’t sell or traffic, I crafted my flow and patented it
Then I made the investment and doubled it (yeah)

If I pull out the Glock and pop-pop, it’s like eight, the minimum
If I pull out my notebook, I bury your fame with a clinic
I’m a bastard, like a challenge rapping the laws of physics
Imagine how high I’d raise the bar if there was a lyrical Olympics

Stuck to the right wing, shouting instructions, I feel like a coach
Lewis Hamilton, I cause panic, I always win the GP
You’ve caught my attention, few have that luck
Now run hard because I swear, if you don’t beat me, you won’t get signed

I grew up with homies living in the hood
And I learned to watch what comes out of my mouth
Those who talk too much get burned
All the big mouths show up full of flies (oh)

I always come out every year like 2K
Blowing up the streets with a mixtape
It’s not for fame, I do it all for respect
I’m a rap star, super criminal

I always come out every year like 2K
Blowing up the streets with a mixtape
It’s not for fame, I do it all for respect
I’m a rap star, super criminal

Your flow with me is pranking, my flow is toxic and chill
Makes my pen versatile, striking and grappling
I’m spicy like chilis, Taki, number three in the ranking
The journey isn’t free, it’s 15 years, bro

A joint of hydro and whatever base they put on, I’m in
I’m a Latino American idol, staying calm without losing my roots
If you ask who has the missing piece, don’t worry, I’ll bring it
The bosses gather, everyone sits and shuts up because they learn something

I walk out calm on the street, not afraid of getting shot
No drama, I’m already cool with my crew
I’m from the valley, the chosen one like Neo
In this game, I’m the player

I’m not a millionaire yet, but I owe nobody (okay?)
The packaging doesn’t always define what’s inside
Delight yourself, I’m a specimen in the box and boom
The celebrated breed of rap with the paper and the mongol
A-K-A-P-E-L-L-AH and Fuenmayor in the background

I’m floating through the moon, E.T
And they drop songs, and they drop EPs
And no matter what, they won’t get in
Your hand shakes to go up against a real MC
It’s clear from afar that you lack the level for MVP (yeah)

I always come out every year like 2K
Blowing up the streets with a mixtape
It’s not for fame, I do it all for respect
I’m a rap star, super criminal

I always come out every year like 2K
Blowing up the streets with a mixtape
It’s not for fame, I do it all for respect
I’m a rap star, super criminal