Summer Ambience

Beg You

Beg You (A Fuck -Remastered)

Never Gets Late Here

Hit & Run

Die For You

[Intro]
"It all starts up top... you dig?" 
"Success ain’t born—it’s built." 
"You either own your mind... or rent it out to fear." 
"Mental... estate... state... of... mind..." 

[Verse 1] 
Success ain't a staircase, it's spiral and steep 
Where the grind never sleeps, it's viral, it seeps 
Into marrow and dreams—sweat’s the serum it feeds 
A hunger forged in the forge, not inherited deeds 
I been scribblin' scripture like scribes in the margins 
Carve a path through the dark with a spark that enlarges 
A parched heart charges, starvin' for the harvest 
While most fold like cards in a hand that's the hardest 
Self-fulfillin' prophecies, pity be the priest 
Preachin' shackles in soliloquies, dinner with the beast 
Feastin' on excuses—menu full of defeat 
While the hustler cookin’ game like it's simmered with deceit 
Mind’s a monastery, monks chant in my cerebellum 
Success is the sermon, but fear is a feral venom 
Doomed is the one who sips doubt in his denim 
While I'm tailored in the truth—fate’s suit, I hem ‘em 

[Hook] 
Mental estate—build a palace or a prison 
It's a vision, not a visit, either winnin’ or you wishin' 
No permission needed when the mission’s in your soul 
Hustle’s in the code—let the universe unfold 
Mental estate—don't lease to the lies 
You a tenant of the truth or a landlord of disguise? 
Work in your hands, wealth in your spine 
Success is a state of mind—read the signs 

[Verse 2] 
Some say “system rigged,” I say “rig your system” 
Rewire your rhythms, re-script the algorithm 
Don’t wait on a miracle, become the mystic 
Turn pain into parables, scars into logistics 
They claim they're stuck in cycles, but that wheel ain't divine 
It's just a mental treadmill that they step on by design 
Talkin’ 'bout “ain’t fair,” but life's a crooked line 
You either bend with the angles or break before your time 
I got a plot twist: your loss list ain't your legacy 
Unless you press it in wax like a fatalist recipe 
Destiny’s a recipe, cooked with no measurements 
Just heat, patience, and a taste for irreverence 
Ain’t no cheat code, just cheat meals in between 
Feastin’ on the struggle with a silver-tongue gleam 
The dream ain't a scene—it's a scheme with a seam 
You stitch it with persistence and a glitch in the machine 

[Hook] 
Mental estate—build a palace or a prison 
It's a vision, not a visit, either winnin’ or you wishin' 
No permission needed when the mission’s in your soul 
Hustle’s in the code—let the universe unfold 
Mental estate—don't lease to the lies 
You a tenant of the truth or a landlord of disguise? 
Work in your hands, wealth in your spine 
Success is a state of mind—read the signs 

[Bridge] 
They want the fruit but won’t plow the field 
Want the yield without the toil or the steel 
Every loss ain’t a lesson 'til you peel 
Back the pain and find the gold in what's real 
Mental is the metal, pressure is the mold 
You either break or you bold, either quake or you cold 
Either wait or you roll, fate is sold 
To the bidder with belief, not the bitter with the fold 

[Verse 3] 
Yo, caught 'em trapped in a maze made of mirrors and maybes 
Mindset cloudy, forecast full of maybes 
I meditate daily, calibrate bravely 
Cut excuses with truth—katana blades from the 80s 
Made peace with my demons, now they guard the gate 
Turned grief to graffiti—sprayed art from the hate 
From the dark came the spark, from the spark came fate 
Now I harvest the karma like a farmer of faith 
Ain’t no victim in my veins, no chains in my chest 
Only lessons in the losses, only flames in the test 
When the rest hit snooze, I was up in the booth 
Mixin’ failure with fuel, makin’ pain into proof 

[Hook Repeats] 


Mental Estate

You Ain't Hearin' Me

Sangre de Campeón



[Intro]
(Eh...)
Nadie sabe lo que pasé...
Sólo Dios y yo.
Salí sin decir na’, sin mirar pa’ trás...

[Verso 1]
Primer vuelo, con el alma rota (eh),
No dejé cartas, no dejé notas (brrr).
Los pana' falsos, lo' dejé en la sombra,
Mucho veneno debajo la ropa.
Mi corazón ya no cree en promesas,
Ella decía que era mía, y me reza...
Pero la calle me hizo frío,
Y yo solo confío en lo que Dios me envía.
Me fui del bloque sin hacer ruido,
Pasaporte con sellos, pero estoy perdido (eh).
Demasiado amor con un precio oculto,
Por eso me alejo, por eso no discuto.

[Coro]
(Yeah-yeah)
Primer vuelo, no miro pa’ tráa,
El dolor se quedó, yo no quiero más.
Nueva ciudad, otra realidad,
Donde nadie me llama, ni me quiere usar.
(Eh)
Primer vuelo, cambié mi fe,
Ya no lloro por nadie que no lo ve.
Me fui sin rencor, con mi dignidad,
Ahora el cielo es mi única lealtad.

[Verso 2]
Me enamoré de quien no era pa’ mí (pa’ mí),
Ella quería lujos, yo le di el street (eh).
Decía “te amo”, pero era por likes,
Se quedaba callá' cuando me iba mal.
Ahora me escriben, pero no contesto,
Yo cambié el número y el texto.
No confío en nadie, solo en mi reflejo,
Mi alma blindá', por eso no me dejo.
Yo di todo, y eso fue mi error,
El que da más siempre lleva el dolor.
Por eso vuelo sin mirar atrás,
Con Dios de copiloto y la paz detrás.

[Coro]
Primer vuelo, no miro pa’ tráa,
El dolor se quedó, yo no quiero más.
Nueva ciudad, otra realidad,
Donde nadie me llama, ni me quiere usar.
Primer vuelo, cambié mi fe,
Ya no lloro por nadie que no lo ve.
Me fui sin rencor, con mi dignidad,
Ahora el cielo es mi única lealtad.

[Outro]
(Eh...)
A veces perderlo todo es lo que te da libertad...
Primer vuelo...
Y no regreso.

Primer Vuelo

[Intro]

(Yeah…)
All this shine, still feel low
You felt close, but now I don’t know
Maybe I made you up...
Or maybe you just faded.

[Verse 1]

She got that calm I never had
Perfume sittin’ on my skin like a flashback
Glass full of something, don’t ask
I been tryna blur the past in a fast lap

I seen her in a lobby, lights low
She ain’t say much, just locked in soul
Said she dream in color, heart on freeze
And I still fall for that type with ease

Elevator to a room too cold
She play me like vinyl, loopin’ the fold
Silk on her body, pride in her tone
I pour out thoughts, she just scrolls her phone

[Pre-Chorus]

I been searchin’ for something that won’t ghost me
Love that stay when the noise gets lonely
Your touch was warm, but your eyes said “don’t speak”
Maybe I read too deep...
Or maybe you cut too clean

[Chorus]

You a neon mirage, flicker in the dark
...but I know it’s just art
...but you slipped through arms

Neon mirage, love that I can’t chase
Real in the moment...
...you wore it with grace
But I shoulda known by the way you escape

[Verse 2]

All these late nights feel rented
Even when I'm home, still feel like a tenant
She move like wind, no roots in the city
Leave her mark, then vanish — no pity

Posted her once, now the DMs crowded
Told me I’m different, but kept me clouded
Said she don’t love, just feel things deeply
Then dipped when I tried to treat her sweetly

Yeah...
Now I’m cuffed to the ghost of her touch
Tryna fall back but I think too much
Truth is, I knew it from the start
But illusions hit different when you play with the heart

[Bridge]

Can’t rewind what we never had
You sold the dream like a brand
And I bought it, with gold in my hands
Now I’m sleepin’ in silence, understand...

[Chorus]

You a neon mirage, flicker in the dark
Lookin’ like truth, but I know it’s just art
Held you close, but you slipped through arms
Now I’m dreamin’ in echoes, can’t find the start

Neon mirage, love that I can’t chase
Real in the moment, gone with no trace
But I shoulda known by the way you escape

[Outro]
You glow in a way that dims everything else...
But you never stayed still long enough for me to find you.
Maybe that's the point.
Neon mirage...

[Fade to silence]

Sangre de Campeón

Tuzusmc

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