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Man, let me tell you about this new game I been playing, like it's crazy how far we've come from back in the day, you know what I'm saying? Thank God for these opportunities, real talk. The graphics, the storytelling, everything just hitting different now.

The concrete jungle breeds warriors disguised as victims. We transform through pain, like roses growing through sidewalk cracks. Society sees what it wants to see, but beneath these city lights, we're all just searching for our wings, trying to break free from these mental prisons.

Look inside yourself, see the battle between light and dark. We all fighting demons while trying to make our mark. But remember this: your struggle ain't just yours alone. Every step you take forward helps your people grow. Stay conscious, stay humble.

Look, they try to box me in, but God ain't built me basic. Every verse I write, every step I take, it's sacred. Keep your soul intact while they fabricate the narrative. Stay true to self, that's mathematics, ain't no average in my bracket.

Arranca Vinícius por la banda, tiene espacio, se va, se va, encara al defensa, lo deja sentado, mira al centro, ahí está Benzema, se la pone, remata Karim, golazo, golazo, golazo del Real Madrid, qué barbaridad, señores, esto es fútbol del bueno.

You ain't shit with your fake ass promises I'm tired of these games you playing acting like you innocent when everybody know what you been doing behind closed doors fuck outta here with that manipulative emotional bullshit I see right through you now I'm done with this toxic situation.

You feel me, we all got these battles inside, day after day, spirit after spirit. But look deeper than what your eyes showing you. Every struggle got a lesson, every pain got a purpose, and that's real talk. Keep pushing, keep growing, keep evolving.

Ni watch me in these streets like vultures circlin', my people dying while the system keep workin'. Touch my family, that's a death wish, believe me, ain't no hesitation when it's time for the reaping. Blood on concrete tell stories that the news won't speak about.