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Thrill of the fight (fight), thrill of the rage (rage) Crushing my opponents (opponents), foot up out the brakes (brakes) Cleaning all the plates (plates), finna make bank (bank) Finna make history, turn this pain to energy Tres naciones, posiciones, ya tomamos nuestras decisiones Cambiamos de juego a la cuenta de banco, le aumentamos varios millones Mundiales todas mis canciones, ustedes con más complicaciones Mi raza rebasa y traspasa fronteras, no existe barrera, solo conexione' Hago lo que quiera, así nací, así me muero Salimos del agujero directo pa'l Fashion Week (fashion Week) Got my Cartier on my wrist (on my wrist), vuelo pa' Francia y me siento un king (un king) Todos saben, cuando llegue a LA los voy a poner a sufrir (ja) Yo me siento como Freddy Krueger, yo nunca me voy a morir Yo mismo aquí elevé y me miran como si tengo las cinco copas de Brasil Saco el pecho por toda mi tierra, defendemos todos la bandera No me sacan de mi tierra, puros guerreros aztecas Thrill of the fight (fight), thrill of the rage (rage) Crushing my opponents (opponents), foot up out the brakes (brakes) Cleaning all the plates (plates), finna make bank (bank) Finna make history, turn this pain to energy Three nations under God (God) We don't play, no, we go hard (21, 21) Three nations under God (God, 21, 21) Three nations under God We don't play, no, we go hard I sprint to it, I don't jog (21, 21) Three nations under God Used to stay on boulevard now my bank account too large (God) If I come, I came to win, yeah, they cap They all pretend I don't care 'bout making friends (21, 21) I'm the champ, I do it again I hate L's 'cause they so cringe W's what make me grin (21) Thrill of the fight (fight), thrill of the rage (rage) Crushing my opponents (opponents), foot up out the brakes (brakes) Cleaning all the plates (plates), finna make bank (bank) Finna make history, turn this pain to energy Three nations under God (God) We don't play, no, we go hard (21, 21) Three nations under God (hahn, hahn) We don't play, no, we go hard Three nations under God, U-S, Morocco, and Mexico Mr. Moon, you are the stars, know we goin' up, so let's go I got, I got (woo) I got six goals nonstop I got that line around that block, I got my whole town on lock (hahn) Thrill of the fight (okay), thrill of the night (night) Crush my competition ('tition), kiss the game goodnight (goornight) Ay, top dog, but the underclass, try win today and win tomorrow Can't take a loss, we can't win tomorrow Talkin' Maradona when I hit the ball, hey Thrill of the fight (fight), thrill of the rage (rage, woo) Crushing my opponents (opponents), foot up out the brakes (brakes) Cleaning all the plates (plates), finna make bank (bank) Finna make history, turn this pain to energy (hahn) Three nations under God (God, okay) We don't play, no, we go hard (21, 21) Three nations under God (woo) We don't play, no, we go hard