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The Fox
Check, check, check, check
Mic check, check, check
Mic check
With caution

Ra-Rauw
Hey, hey, Ra-Rauw

What do I need from you? Haha, yeah right, dude (nothing)
If all the deals you had were closed in my name
Don’t you get it? I’m the one who's blessed
The Fox is gone, people know, people know you’re in trouble

Every day they link me to a new ass, but I’m just selective
I don’t care about race or color, but I do like it aggressive
Either way, I hit it, hit it once, then I don’t even text
What’s the point of the look if there’s no flair like Robert De Niro?

She gave me that blow-blow-blow-blow-blow
Riding on the jet, jet, jet, jet, jet
Addicted to my lollipop-pop-pop-pop-pop
They told me she was your girl-girl-girl, oops

Crossed off the list a while ago, I got a few pairs
It’s true, I didn’t do it alone, I did it with my fans
They want to see me messed up, but their plans are all messed up
I’m like Vini in Madrid, nothing’s gonna stop me

The pressure’s on you, I keep rising to the peak
Another cover, another fashion week
I was at the MET, where are you at? I only saw the Bunny
Get to work, you bastards, get to work, you bastards, 'cause I’m putting in OT

I got houses I don’t even live in, I keep them like hotels, like La Concha
I’m in New York, front row watching how Sugar knocks them out
If I wanted to keep going, there’s plenty to cut
But I’m not Valachi, the omertà will be respected
The boss of bosses, if the genre were Sicily, they can’t replicate me

Over 50 million listeners
One of the few to fill the Hiram twice
Don’t dress up, you’re not going
You don’t see them nominated 'cause they’re not in my split anymore

Uh, your ship is sinking, like the Titanic
You’re gonna have to hit the panic button
God protects me and the one I got in the fanny
Sounds like: Antetokounmpo-po-po-po-po, I named her La Giannis

Okay, what are you gonna say, dude?
I’m Rauw, fuckin' Rauw Alejandro

Hey, yo, Rauw
They don’t understand who they’re dealing with
They don’t get who they’re up against
The family has eyes everywhere
Has ears everywhere, has hands everywhere
In Italy, in America, in South America
Everywhere, buddy

Carolina, Puerto Rico
I’m a sharpshooter
What I do in my albums, no one else does, I break the rules
Many are shooting, but they’ve run out of bullets
I keep my feet on the ground even if I spend more time in the clouds, oh-oh

I was never three, never two, always the one (always)
I’m a mutant, don’t compare me to anyone
A while back I distanced myself, can’t be found, I’m Articuno
From being underestimated, I’ve become addicted to betting like Bruno, hey

And it was 50 (50?), the million multiplied (okay)
A new business, another real estate, we’re heading for a billion
I do have the cash to cover in the grind, dying a legend is the only mission
It’s tough, I sing tough, watch me break your melon

She gave me that blow-blow-blow-blow-blow
Riding on the jet, jet, jet, jet, jet
Addicted to my lollipop-pop-pop-pop-pop
They told me she was your girl-girl-girl, oops