**[Intro]**
*(Gun cocks x3, demonic growl ad-libs)*
***“Jinn run the jets… AK’s fed… Don’t test el jefe.”***
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**[Verse 1]**
*Jet black tint, no face—just chrome teeth grinnin’,*
*The General’s back, *hell’s* stamp on his prescription.*
*Jinn in his corner, demons load the *choppa**,
*Gold-plated AK spits *holy* fire—*copper’s* a goner.*
*Elite clientele? Nah, *soldados* only,*
*No nitty’s, no snitches—just bodies piled lonely.*
*Cursed cash stacks, every bill soaked in blood,*
*Cartojina’s crown forged where the *devil* floods.*
**[Pre-Chorus]**
*They said he fell off… *miraculous* revival,*
*Now he’s Teflon-Don, *Satan’s* survival.*
*Gunfire *prayers*, jinn chant the *hits*,*
*Cross him? You’ll *vanish*—no casket, no *blitz*.*
**[Chorus]**
*El General’s back (¡Bang!)*, *jets bleed the sky,*
*Demons fuel his rage, *nitty’s* don’t fly.*
*Gold AK *screams*, shells blessed by the *dark*,*
*Don Cartojina’s throne—where the *weak* get marked.*
*Untouchable? *Nah*—he’s *worse* than a ghost,*
*Feds write his name… *redacted* in smoke.*
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**[Verse 2]**
*Balenciaga mask, but the *clip’s* Balmain,*
*Jinn track his six, demons code his *chain*.*
*Crypto? *Nah*—diamonds drippin’ in *hell’s* ice,*
*Contracts get *closed* with a *Molotov* strike.*
*Loyalty’s *bulletproof*, betrayal’s *bodybag*,*
*His lawyers? *Shadows*—grave-diggers with *rags*.*
**[Bridge]**
*Power’s *raw*, no chaser—straight *demon* liquor,*
*Gold AK *licks* flesh, leaves snitches *quicker*.*
*Jinn built his empire on *bones* and *grind*,*
*The General laughs—*“Death’s just a *state* of mind.”*
**[Outro]**
*Jet fumes fade, blood-moon hangs like a *scope*,*
*Gold AK *smokes*—hell’s final *dope*.*
*No prayers, no *peace*, just jinn-counted *stacks*,*
*El General’s *ghost*… but the *streets* know he’s **back**.*
*(Demonic whisper ad-lib: **“Sangre o plata… elige.”**)*
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