CEO

“From beans and rice to boardrooms and ties…

From the calle to the conference table, I climbed every rung.

They called me Kingpin, Boss of Bosses, El Jefe…

Names earned in blood, respect carved in the streets.

But in white America?

They don’t see the vato, they don’t see the scars.

They just see the mask, the empire, the power.

And the name they fear the most…

Is CEO.”

(beat drops heavy)

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I control the whole world, everything under my eye,

I decide who breathes, who bleeds, who stays alive.

At the top it gets cold, ain’t nobody knows your name,

I’m a businessman in a suit, but I built it off pain.

I’m your next-door neighbor, smile, wave, say hi,

But a nod from my head make your whole crew die.

Every contract, every dollar, every drop in the game,

Power silent but lethal, that’s the weight of my name.

Shadows follow my steps, whispers spread in the night,

I don’t shout, I don’t flex — my respect is the fright.

Even kings need permission just to move in my land,

‘Cause the world only turns with the wave of my hand.

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I was born with nada, beans and rice on my plate,

Just a bottle for a baby, hunger carved out my fate.

Shoes full of holes, but my fists stayed tight,

Had to scrap for survival every day, every night.

Mom working two jobs, dad buried in stress,

I was fighting in the alleys while the world got rest.

Learned quick on the block, either strike or you fall,

Respect don’t come cheap, you gotta risk it all.

Cops rollin’ by slow, eyes sharp on the kid,

But the hunger in my gut pushed me deeper in the grid.

From the gutter to the calle, scars carved my skin,

The struggle made a monster, and I never let it win.

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Hit the block runnin’, young vato with rage,

Every scar that I earned turned into another page.

I took from whoever, never bowed, never pled,

Every peso I stacked came from blood that was shed.

I flipped ounces to bricks, turned a nickel to gold,

Every rival that I crushed was a story retold.

Built an army from the struggle, loyalty bought in blood,

Turned a life full of hunger to an empire that stood.

From a soldier to a jefe, every corner was mine,

Laid traps for the snakes, cut ’em out of the line.

From the alleys to the mansions, the streets to the throne,

Now the city bends down when I speak on the phone.

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Still the same vato inside, still the hunger, the flame,

But I had to wear the mask just to play in their game.

White America crowned me, but the blood paved the road,

Every dollar I stacked was a soul I still owed.

At the top it gets darker, where the rich rule the land,

Their suits hide the murders worse than blood on my hand.

I was born as a soldier, now I sit as a king,

But the dirt at the bottom look cleaner than this ring.

It’s not the bullet that kills you, it’s the vote at the table,

Traded brothers for these killers dressed rich and unstable.

Had to turn my heart to stone just to hold