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I don’t know who I am now and that doesn’t drive me crazy
I’m crossing the continent, conquering new lands
Swearing that nothing scares me but there are exceptions
My mom got old and didn’t go on vacation

Every day, I walk streets, all new to me
I drive a used car, but it’s new to me
What I wear isn’t cheap and what I chew isn’t either
I always think the worst and I’m almost never wrong

I’m still the same one who used to wake up laughing
Drunk on 7th street, rapping and looking for the center
I know what the ground tastes like and where I wouldn’t go back
Because all my past is based on trash

And who else but me knows where I came from
Who else but me knows the struggle to be here
Who else but me and my real
Who else but me and those who wait
With the candle lit for it to happen

I know I’m not just anyone and that’s why they don’t see me
Helping assholes who can’t get off the platform
More selective than yesterday, now I protect my actions
Because not everyone who’s nice has good intentions

I go alone and without stress
I trust my instincts
I’m grateful to life for where it puts me
More and more, babe, with a serious one by my side
Who’s worth more than what I’ve spent

Alone and without tension
I believe in my instincts
I’m grateful to life for where it puts me
I earn double what they do for the excess of hate
I’m worth double what they are for what the podium cost me

For the love of money
For the love of money
For the love

For the love of money