"I'm just a kid from Blackpool... a seaside town"

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"Soy un delincuente," (I am a criminal)

"I'm just a kid from Blackpool... a seaside town"

"go follow your dreams"

They call me a modern Capone, a phantom in the ghetto,

My network runs from Hong Kong straight down to Peru,

On a chrome-plated throne, sipping amaretto,

Yakuza tattoos on my Albanian crew.

This ain't no wannabe drill, this a whole racketeer flick,

The lawman and detective, they build up their case,

A Goodfella's life, my rise to power was quick,

But every crooked cop I know just names their price and place.

A silent assassin, a rogue psychopath with a motive,

The cartel supplies the product that makes the trap boom,

My judgment is final, my vengeance is votive,

While the Triad plays mahjong in a smoke-filled back room.

A felon by nature, an outlaw born from the street's concrete,

This ain't the Soviet Union, no honor among thieves,

This mafioso's story is tragically sweet,

Just a kingpin with a vision the world scarce believes.

Say hello to my friend, this ain't a Scarface impression,

Got a Yardie hardman to settle the score,

Cross the Chicago Outfit, that's your final confession,

A fugitive bandit knocking right at your door.

I'm a villain in tabloids, a ghost in the gangland,

A hardman who moves every pawn on the board,

These rappers talk mob life they don't understand,

They're just henchmen and thieves, I'm the one they work for.

They whisper my name, "Soy un delincuente," it’s true,

I play a long game like the old Bakuto,

This hip-hop charade is the story I sold you,

While my hitman silently follows your cholo.

A robber of empires, a crook in a tailored bespoke,

Let the vigilante chase all the shadows I cast,

Every word that I've spoken is a promise I never broke,

A criminal dynasty that's destined to last.

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"ok I got you"

From the ghetto flick, a hoodlum on the sidewalks of Chi-Town,

I studied Scarface like a criminal textbook,

Dreamin' of the Outfit, a rogue who would one day find my crown,

Learned to read the room from every single crooked look.

I was just a wannabe, a rascal with a racketeer's vision,

A goon who saw the Goodfellas and felt an odd kinship,

Moved from petty thief to felon with an assassin's precision,

And learned how the underworld is run from a kingpin's cold lip.

First a bandit, then a henchman, saw my first hit go down,

The detective's flashin' lights became just background static,