[Intro: Bobbito, Lin-Manuel Miranda, and Misc]
Yo, is that that Grand Combo joint? Yep that's it
Yo turn it up

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I'm from an island in the Caribbean
Three point four million Taino Indian
Children play in the sun, have fun, and run silly and
No shoes, chasing a coqui frog amphibian
How I wish that was real, but it's obviously different
Seventy billion dollar debt, the economy sits in
Much of my family back home is poverty stricken
And they think life here is hitting the lottery ticket
They don't know bout police brutality whippets
They don't know my skin tone had me thrown in prison
They don't know gentrification has our neighborhood shifting and immigrants build buildings they can't afford to live in
Let's not talk about the Donald stuff
It's like a long Disney movie watching all the quеstions Donald ducks
But what trumps everything is hustle and vision, so my (??) kitchеn is a product of not having a pot to piss in
My new car is synonymous to my drive and ambition
Buello's ashes with mami, I earned it and nothing was given
I give in for nothing, it's like I don't get enough of winning
Tryna be triumphant, bring the trumpets in it

(Wepa!)
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