Ey, ey

I'm still the same, I haven't changed (no)
I have my own without having to pretend (ey)
I always hang out with the same ones, high (ey, ey, ey, ey)
Now it's always Louis Vuitton, but I'm never going to change (brr, brr, brr, brr)

I like the street
25/8 ready, don't mess with me
Humble, but I'm never going to let myself be beaten
It's hot, but I'm not going to let myself be beaten, eh-eh

Today we go out to the street (wuh)
Luka Dončić, there's no way I can fail
We keep going at 200 and we're not going to slow down (yeh-eh)
We're always in PR, thugging, flirting, crowning (yeh-eh, yeh-eh)

I'm still the same, my reflection changed
New, but I feel like one of the old ones (prr-prr)
Humble, but I don't let myself be beaten, ey (nah-nah-nah)
Loyal, but not stupid (ey-ey-ey-ey)

And don't bet against me, you're going to get tangled up (nah)
I bought the Tokyo, put wings on my necklace (hu-huh)
The 11 in white and royal blue
The baby asks me not to take them off to fuck (ah, ah, ah)

And I give her all night without taking off my sneakers (nah)
Quoted, I don't know what a twenty is anymore
I brought a new grass from the mess, like Benni
Fluorescent green buds, they look like tennis balls, ey

And from pound to pound, eh-eh
It's not that I'm antisocial, it's that you give off bad vibes
I know that seeing me well unbalances them
But normal, but normal, but normal

Without going to the playoffs I win the final (the final)
You touch me and you won't refine again (prr, prr, prr)
I'm going to detune your guitar (hah)
In DR they tell me "My crazy, you're the end" (ey, ey, ey, ey)

And in PR "You're very tough, big son of a bitch" (huh)
I'm the best at this, don't argue (nah)
Here any rhythm is always executed (prr, prr)
The dumb white boy who studied at the Cuta (ey)

But I like the street
25/8 ready, don't mess with me
Humble, but I'm never going to let myself be beaten (never)
It's hot, but I'm not going to let myself be beaten, (no, no, no, no, no) eh-eh

Today we go out to the street (wuh)
Luka Dončić, there's no way I can fail
We keep going at 200 and we're not going to slow down
We're always in PR, thugging, flirting, crowning (ey, ey)

Don't brag about tickets, I also have a lot
They say I'm not street, that I don't leave the gate
But this is PR, here anyone can turn around
And prr, prr, welcome to the heat

If it gives me to show off, I can't stand myself
The one who put them to dress in colors and short pants (wuh)
Don't play the blind and the deaf
Like the government, which still has houses with awnings

Never a follower-
No, no, let the track continue, let the track continue

Never a follower, I've always been a leader
7/25, bo, you can't live with that
But now we're billing like a Wide Receiver
My verses are classic like Boca-River

Never a follower, I've always been a leader
7/25, bo, with that you can't
Give me a, give me a break, I'm going to throw something else, I'm going to throw something else, okay (ey, ey, ey)

Today we take out the Lambo Urus from the marquee
You have it in Miami, I have it in Carolina
I hit all the nasty ones quietly, like Raphy Pina, ey
Pretending and fucking, I love the adrenaline

I have a lot of money, that's why I'm chilindrina
Lowkey, I never let myself be seen, like John Cena
Remember, the big shots don't stand on the corner
I'm like the boogeyman, I come out when there's fog
Dude, I'm the host, my mind a mine
They bought a mansion with what I did in the booth, ey
They spend crying like when the Grammy doesn't nominate them
If I don't stop this verse, it doesn't end
Real until

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