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Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
Life changes when you start focusing on yourself
This year I fell in love with who I became
Do things right or wrong, they will always talk
That's why lately I stopped caring

Honestly, the Bugatti doesn't impress me anymore
And when they talk about the best, they mention my name
You left and it really hurt, but it pisses you off
That Messi leaving Barcelona hurt more

Twenty security guards, bastard, I don't carry weapons
I go to award shows and everyone looks at me scared
At my last concert, about twelve people fainted
They should give me a Grammy for all the artists I've influenced

So don't compare me to any of these wannabes
I'm the one these bitches write to, they screenshot the messages
When I'm in PR, no murders happen
Because I'm a phenomenon, not some nobody

The streets celebrate me because we dreamt of this
But through me, the streets shout: We made it (amen)
The new generations were influenced by me
I went to jail and half the genre copied my flow (uh)

I brought up thirty guys from PR
I always book a whole floor in all the hotels
I gave some money to a jailed brother to appeal
I rose up, I'm at El Chapo's level

We're with Palestino
In every blunt, seven grams
The MP5 is full
I rapped Nike to the 23

I've had the best women
The craziest ones, but none fulfill me
You got me hooked on the phone
I'll keep sleeping with all these 47s

These rappers call diss tracks war
It's clear they haven't been in a car hunting
I have arms that reach hell and make it turn
I can make the most powerful man tremble

Don't be fooled by fame and money
If you see me with thirty devils, they're all soldiers
If you see me in a black van, all those cars are armored
And if you see us with a couple of Dracos, they're all modified

There are many people who hate me more
I got off probation
Since I've been single, I have like seven girlfriends
This week I spent the whole week with Drake

Always in the front row at all NBA games
Maybe I'll go to Dallas to visit Luca
I'll throw money at all these whores at the strip club
My eyes are red behind the glasses

None of mine betray, like Rafa
I have a lot of stress with this double life
A thug in the streets and the goat on stage
And sometimes I think my mind is possessed

But then I remember I'm blessed and I forget (amen)
I'm the one they listen to selling drugs on the corner (on the corner)
They play my songs at funerals for the deceased (damn)
Remember life changes in less than a second
Bastard, it's no longer LeBron, now it's Antetokounmpo

Do you know why I'm the best?
Or why I say I'm the best?
Because I know what it's like to turn
The worst nightmares into the best dreams

I know what it's like to turn a cell into a mansion
I know what it's like to turn a kilo into a song ten times platinum
I know what it's like to turn a federal case into a hundred million
This past year my life has been a rollercoaster, bastard

A damn rollercoaster
God works in mysterious ways because in one of the worst moments of my life
I know I just made the best damn album I've ever made in my life
This is for my fans, who I know love me

Who have made me a millionaire
And I love them with all my life, I have dedicated my whole life to you
Real until death, did you hear, son of a bitch?
I'm the type of bastard you look in the eyes
And you know what you're looking at is a tremendous son of a bitch
I'm not the bastard you see there, you see him on a corner
And if you feel like killing him, you can kill him, no

The movie, the movie doesn't end here
We set the rules that everyone hates, but no one dares to break
Who breaks the rules goes to the news
Haha! Brr!