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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.

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.

Yo, I'm spittin' fire through the streets of Compton, mama told me keep my head up while I'm watching. These rappers talking but they ain't got what I got, real recognize real and I'm hot like the block I walk. K.Dot never stopping, keep it raw and proper.

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.

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, 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.

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.

Ahí llegó el Santi con las litronas, mira, mira, mira, como llega por la banda, como toca oreja el bicho, llegan bien fresquitos, están listos para salir a jugar. Tenemos a los morosos debiéndole el dinero todavía, ¡Qué dios se lo pague! dicen. La gente se pone a montar un revuelo, a llegado con la pitufa, la roja, la Cocacola, la que nunca te la bebe sola. Mira el slardo como fuma la el y pa su fardo. Tremendo pájaro.