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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Holy, holy, holy, yeah Pope Francis, let’s get it, uh Pope Francis, yeah, he stay blessin' Love and peace, he be teachin' all the lessons From Rome to the streets, man, we got the message Pope Francis, yeah, he stay flexin' Humble heart, but his faith is heavy Rollin’ through the church with the rosary steady Prayin' for the world, keep it strong, keep it ready Pope Francis, yeah, he always been the steady Pope in the Vatican, cool with the people Got the wisdom, always preachin’ 'bout the equal Serving the poor, showin' love, no sequel Ain’t no hate, just a vibe that’s so lethal He’s a king, no crown, but he walkin' like one Runnin' through the kingdom with the Holy Son From Argentina to Rome, yeah, he’s the chosen one Chillin' with the flock, while we battle with the demons Turnin’ sinners into saints, no matter what the season Pope Francis, yeah, the man on the throne Rappin' for the truth, got the whole world on the phone From the Sistine to the block, we all singin' his song Stayin' humble through the storm, he been movin' strong Pope Francis, yeah, he stay blessin' Love and peace, he be teachin' all the lessons From Rome to the streets, man, we got the message Pope Francis, yeah, he stay flexin' Humble heart, but his faith is heavy Rollin’ through the church with the rosary steady Prayin' for the world, keep it strong, keep it ready Pope Francis, yeah, he always been the steady He ain’t about the hype, just the truth he spittin' Unity’s the goal, that’s the mission he’s hittin' He got the cross on his neck, but it’s love he’s quittin’ Turnin’ hate into light, you know he ain't never slippin’ No chains on him, just the Holy Spirit flowin' Gave up the throne, and now the love keep growin' It’s all about the people, yeah, that’s how he’s rollin' Pope Francis, keep the faith alive, we showin’ He got the heart of gold, no cap, no flex He’s the shepherd, we the sheep, no time to stress Pope Francis, always with the people next Prayin' for the lost souls, leadin' to the best Pope Francis, yeah, he stay blessin' Love and peace, he be teachin' all the lessons From Rome to the streets, man, we got the message Pope Francis, yeah, he stay flexin' Humble heart, but his faith is heavy Rollin’ through the church with the rosary steady Prayin' for the world, keep it strong, keep it ready Pope Francis, yeah, he always been the steady Pope Francis, yeah, we all got the vision With the man of peace, there’s no division Pope Francis, yeah, that’s the real mission We gon' spread the love, no matter the condition, uh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Pope Francis...

Verse 1 (Chopped soul sample, dusty 808s) Cruisin’ thru the trenches, na, blunt tucked in my lip, Feds posted on the corner, but my tint stay equipped. Shawty hittin’ “Where you @?”—I’m like “Out here gettin’ checks,” Trap phone buzzin’ nonstop, got the plug on some “What’s next?” Sippin’ Wock’ in a styrofoam, let the lean hit my veins, Grind don’t sleep, na, we ain’t playin’ no games. Palm trees saggin’ like they tired of the heat, We ain’t talkin’ loyalty—just who eat off the street. Chorus (Muted horns, trap hats softened by vinyl hiss) It’s a slow grind, late nights, na, get the bag, Loyalty’s thin, trust a myth—watch your back. Hoes come, hoes go, na, keep it G, Crispy kicks, thick blunts, and that OG. Verse 2 (Darker bassline, eerie piano keys) Met a rider named Diablo, na, soul colder than snow, Chopper sing lullabies if you play with the dough. She a bad lil’ thotiana, na, braids in her crown, Slingin’ “Come thru” texts, but I’m ghost when the sun down. Backseat of the Whip, na, stash spot in the seat, 12 lurkin’, na, we ain’t makin’ no plea. Life’s a dice game—n***a, roll smooth or get rolled, We don’t cry ’bout the past—just the weight that we hold. Bridge (Spoken-word over police sirens, distant gun clicks) Ayo… the block’s a hungry beast, na, feed it or flee, Real nas move quiet—feds lurk in the mist. Smoke a gram to the face, let the stress lift, Ain’t no saints here—just the cursed and the gifted. Chorus (Muted horns, trap hats softened by vinyl hiss) It’s a slow grind, late nights, na, get the bag, Loyalty’s thin, trust a myth—watch your back. Hoes come, hoes go, na, keep it G, Crispy kicks, thick blunts, and that OG. Outro (Beat fades into ambient rain, porch creaks) Moonlight’s my alibi, n***a, silence my plea, We don’t chase closure—just the next zip of tree. Pour the last swig, let the paranoia ease, Chill ’til the sirens fade… And the block goes to sleep.

Ecco una canzone ispirata al tuo titolo, con un mix di ironia e un tocco di critica sociale. Titolo: A Diprè piace il cocco (Testo: ChatGPT, Musica: immaginaria trap/elettronica) [Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah A Diprè piace il cocco (skrrt) A Diprè piace il botto (boom) Notte che gira, la mente che vola Dentro il delirio di questa giostra [Strofa 1] Cocaina sopra il tavolo, bianca come il cielo a Oslo Ketamina nella tasca, rallento, poi spacco il mondo Eroina sulla pelle, scivolo giù tra le stelle Maddy chiama, dice "vieni", troppo tardi, già nel veleno [Pre-Ritornello] Ma chi se ne frega, la notte non lega La vita è un film, ma il finale non prega Scorrono i drink, i conti non tornano Anime perse che ballano e bruciano [Ritornello] A Diprè piace il cocco (cocco) A Diprè piace il botto (botto) Maddy chiama, dice "sballo" Ma domani chi si ricorda? A Diprè piace il cocco (skrrt) A Diprè piace il botto (boom) Tutti dentro a questo incubo Senza un'uscita, senza uno scopo [Strofa 2] Fumo che sale, luci che sbattono Occhi nel vuoto che più non ragionano Tutti qui dentro a giocare col fuoco Fino al mattino, poi giuro che smetto (nah) [Bridge] Ma è una bugia, la vita va via Sogni di carta, bruciati in un’ora A Diprè piace, a noi un po’ meno Ma intanto giriamo nel buio più nero [Ritornello] A Diprè piace il cocco (cocco) A Diprè piace il botto (botto) Maddy chiama, dice "sballo" Ma domani chi si ricorda? A Diprè piace il cocco (skrrt) A Diprè piace il botto (boom) Tutti dentro a questo incubo Senza un'uscita, senza uno scopo [Outro] Yeah, yeah A Diprè piace il cocco Ma la vita non è un gioco Troppi amici già sotto terra Troppi sogni chiusi in una cella --- Questa canzone mischia ironia e denuncia, mostrando il lato oscuro dello sballo. Vuoi che aggiunga qualcosa o che cambi tono?

[Verse 1] Midnight in the Wraith, smoke tеethin’ through the grille, n**a—* “yuh…” City lights bleedin’ neon, got my pistol on the dash chill. Thot in fishnеt stockings, Chanel garter— “skrt!” —snort a line off her heel, She a pyramid schemer, but her love’s a dollar meal. Private plane vibes, got the sky in my veins, Mansion full of shadows— “we don’t do chains,” we do flames. AP drowned in Sprite, lean got me talkin’ sideways, Her tongue split like a serpent— “devil don’t pray,” we just parlay. [Chorus] Neon ghosts, city smoke, we don’t sleep—we float (float…) Money talks in silent screams, drown it out with thе Holy Ghost (facts…) Stripper tears, caviеr years, life’s a blunt—we roll (yuh…) If the grind’s a sin, n**a—* “bury me in gold.” [Verse 2] Ayy, 3 AM, Ziploc full of stars, Stripper name “Mercy” got a .22 in her car. Cops pass by— “ghosted,” laughin’ at the radar, Jet fuel in my veins, Mar-a-Lago in my planner. She ride it like a Ducati, scream my name like a psalm, Cashapp sins, Venmo blessings— “heaven in my palm.” Ice on Jesus, cross drip like the Nile, Life’s a crooked mile— “we just flex and smile.” [Bridge] [Whispered, reverb-drenched] Sinner’s GPS stuck on “lost”… (lost…) Her heart’s a black hole— “post the cost” (yuh…) Black card karma, Gucci armor, no remorse, Night’s a wet blade— “we don’t talk, we force.” [Outro] Sunrise? Fuck that— “we still lurkin’…” —blow smoke at the dawn, Last night’s sins in a Balenciaga lawn. If the reaper want a feature— “tell him book a studio…” (Beat fades into car engine hum, distant police radio static, and a lighter flicking)

[Verse 1] 2 AM, tinted Ghost, crawlin’ through the trenches, n**a—* “YUGHH!” Purple haze, zombie-mode, Xanny got me speakin’ tongues. Stripper named “Dusk” got a Glock where her clutch is, She a demon in Prada— “FUCK LOVE!” —we just fuckin’ for function. Dope boy anthem, my pedigree mud, Hunnid bands in a Rubbermaid— “WE DON’T TRUST BLOOD!” Iceberg wrists, AP drowned in the VVS, Her lips laced with coke— “SNIFF DEATH!” —she kissin’ with intent. [Chorus] Blacked out, fade out, cash rules my religion (FACTS!) Bad bitch got a killswitch, call her “Suicide Mission” (CHOP!) Sippin’ doubt from a Crown, got my past in a urn, If the grind ain’t the gospel— “TELL ME WHY MY MONEY BURN?!” [Verse 2] [Gravelly, rapid-fire flow] Ayy, trap Pharaoh, 24-karat grudge, Thotiana’s back again— “SHE A DRUG!” —body in the club. Cops creepin’— “JUST DUCK!” —we ain’t here for discussion, Double cup full of Fanta, mix the lean with the Russian. She rodeo my rocket, scream “ “GHOST!” —I’m divine!”, Bust it open, let the cash rain, Vatican design. Smile drippin’ with venom, Cartier lenses, Life’s a loophole— “WE DON’T END, WE PRETEND!” [Bridge] [Echoed, metallic whispers] Sinner’s résumé: “Professional vice” (YEAH!), Her love’s a grenade— “PAID THE PRICE!” Black card alibi, murder mansion on the hill, Night’s a blade— “WE DON’T HEAL, WE KILL.” [Outro] [Hoarse, fading] Sunrise? Hell nah— “WE STILL HIGH!” —blowin’ O’s at the sun, Last night’s sins in a duffle— “LOAD THE GUN!” If the grave try to claim me— “TELL ‘EM BRING A BILLION TON!” (Beat dissolves into eerie silence, faint helicopter blades whirring)

[Verse 1] 2 AM, tinted Ghost, crawlin’ through the trenches, n**a—* “YUGHH!” Purple haze, zombie-mode, Xanny got me speakin’ tongues. Stripper named “Dusk” got a Glock where her clutch is, She a demon in Prada— “FUCK LOVE!” —we just fuckin’ for function. Dope boy anthem, my pedigree mud, Hunnid bands in a Rubbermaid— “WE DON’T TRUST BLOOD!” Iceberg wrists, AP drowned in the VVS, Her lips laced with coke— “SNIFF DEATH!” —she kissin’ with intent. [Chorus] Blacked out, fade out, cash rules my religion (FACTS!) Bad bitch got a killswitch, call her “Suicide Mission” (CHOP!) Sippin’ doubt from a Crown, got my past in a urn, If the grind ain’t the gospel— “TELL ME WHY MY MONEY BURN?!” [Verse 2] [Gravelly, rapid-fire flow] Ayy, trap Pharaoh, 24-karat grudge, Thotiana’s back again— “SHE A DRUG!” —body in the club. Cops creepin’— “JUST DUCK!” —we ain’t here for discussion, Double cup full of Fanta, mix the lean with the Russian. She rodeo my rocket, scream “ “GHOST!” —I’m divine!”, Bust it open, let the cash rain, Vatican design. Smile drippin’ with venom, Cartier lenses, Life’s a loophole— “WE DON’T END, WE PRETEND!” [Bridge] [Echoed, metallic whispers] Sinner’s résumé: “Professional vice” (YEAH!), Her love’s a grenade— “PAID THE PRICE!” Black card alibi, murder mansion on the hill, Night’s a blade— “WE DON’T HEAL, WE KILL.” [Outro] [Hoarse, fading] Sunrise? Hell nah— “WE STILL HIGH!” —blowin’ O’s at the sun, Last night’s sins in a duffle— “LOAD THE GUN!” If the grave try to claim me— “TELL ‘EM BRING A BILLION TON!” (Beat dissolves into eerie silence, faint helicopter blades whirring)

[Verse 1] 3 AM, blacked-out Benz, swervin’ through the fog, yeah I’m ghostin’— “SKRRT!” Pyrex cookin’ karma, got the devil on a dog chain. Thot suckin’ Ambien, tongue stud says “$LUT”— “BLAOW!” She wanna wife a villain, but I’m married to the plug game. Codeine cursive, got my signature in blood, Hunnid-round drum— “WE DON’T MISS!” —body in the mud. Diamonds crashin’ like cymbals, wrist colder than a snitch, Red bottoms on her feet— “STEP LIGHT!” —coke white on her lips. [Chorus] Velvet drown, slow-mo sound, cash pile to the moon (WOO!) Bad lil’ homicide, she got murder in her womb (CHECK!) Sippin’ purple from the grave, got my conscience in a urn, If the money ain’t the root— “THEN WHY THE HELL WE BURN?!” [Verse 2] [Chopped, aggressive flow] Ayy, black tar dreams, Louis V suitcase, Stripper named “Gucci” got a .38 in her waist. Cops flash lights— “FUCK ‘EM!” —I’m ghost like a wraith, Double-cup Picasso, mix the lean with the Yay. She ride it like a four-wheeler, scream “ GRRRT! —I’m paid!”, Bust it open for the gang, let the syrup levitate. Ice on my molar, yeah my smile got a tint, Life’s a Möbius strip— “WE AIN’T GOT NO END!” [Bridge] [Echoed, distorted whispers] Sinner’s GPS stuck on “lost” (YEAH-YEAH!), Her heart got a body count— “POST THE COST!” 5-star fugitive, AP on the clutch, Night’s a wet blade— “WE DON’T SCAB, WE CUT.” [Outro] [Hoarse, trailing off] Sunrise? Hell nah— “WE AIN’T DONE YET!” —blowin’ kush to the sun, Last night’s sins in a Ziploc— “PACK ‘EM, RUN!” If the reaper try to clock me— “TELL ‘EM BRING THE FUNERAL FUND!” (Beat fades with a distant police siren and glass shattering)

[Verse] Grasu il prinde pe Alex tipa In cada plina pare sansa strânsa Dar Vali vine deschide usa mare Cu pahar de razbunare stropii lui sare [Verse 2] Cada murdara dar speranta-n aer Daniel râde joaca ca un haiduc Scapa ei incet sub razele de aur Poveste haioasă parca dintr-un truc [Chorus] Vai ce zi nebuna in baia noastra Distractie ciudata dar amintiri Cu tata Vali super erou in casa Pisatu' lui Daniel n-are hotariri [Bridge] E-o lectie tare sa nu joci murdar Când frățiorii sunt in toiul luptei Vali vine rapid ca un guru zidar Si rezolva totul ca in vechile mituri [Chorus] Vai ce zi nebuna in baia noastra Distractie ciudata dar amintiri Cu tata Vali super erou in casa Pisatu' lui Daniel n-are hotariri [Verse 3] Acum povestim cu râs in chicoteli Amintirea vie ca un basm dintr-o data Lapte si miere in inimile noastre Desi in cada aia stateam noi in balta

Hook (Main) Come get the chicken, I’m servin’ it hot, Fresh out the kitchen, I’m takin’ your spot. Come get the chicken, I’m flexin’ my grind, Sauce on the side, got the game in a bind. Come get the chicken, I’m stackin’ my bread, Hustle don’t stop, got the streets goin’ fed. Come get the chicken, I’m the king of the block, Talkin’ that talk, better walk what you clock! Hook (Variation 1) Come get the chicken, I’m whippin’ it quick, Plate it up clean, got the crew on my hip. Come get the chicken, I’m dodgin’ the feds, Money on the table, got the fam gettin’ fed. Come get the chicken, I’m spinnin’ the block, Grill on blast, hear the sizzle, it’s hot. Come get the chicken, I’m runnin’ the scene, Boss in the game, livin’ life like a dream! Hook (Variation 2) Come get the chicken, I’m flippin’ the pack, Grease in the pan, got the haters fall back. Come get the chicken, I’m grindin’ for real, Cash in my pocket, got that hunger to kill. Come get the chicken, I’m holdin’ it down, Street-certified, wear the crown in my town. Come get the chicken, I’m servin’ it raw, Bite on my style, leave ‘em shook in they jaw! Hook (Final) Come get the chicken, I’m servin’ it hot, Fresh out the kitchen, I’m takin’ your spot. Come get the chicken, I’m flexin’ my grind, Sauce on the side, got the game in a bind. Come get the chicken, I’m stackin’ my bread, Hustle don’t stop, got the streets goin’ fed. Come get the chicken, I’m the king of the block, Talkin’ that talk, better walk what you clock!

[Verse] Nap in the whip, sky cryin' puddles Pockets hella loaded, money in bundles Whisper to the gods, thunderous rumbles Caught in the storm but I'm stayin' humble [Chorus] Bajo mi paraguas, where I take cover Drip drop, rain don’t bother Clouds pour hard, got it all smothered Umbrella, my shield like no other [Verse 2] Steps in the night, pavement all slick Ghosts whisper secrets, shadows play tricks Hustle don’t stop, clock’s always tick Umbrella in hand, swift with the flick [Chorus] Bajo mi paraguas, where I take cover Drip drop, rain don’t bother Clouds pour hard, got it all smothered Umbrella, my shield like no other [Bridge] Raindrops dance, melody of the storm Carryin' weight, never conform Skies grow gray, cold that'll keep you warm Umbrella the savior, calm in the swarm [Chorus] Bajo mi paraguas, where I take cover Drip drop, rain don’t bother Clouds pour hard, got it all smothered Umbrella, my shield like no other

(Intro – Soft, Atmospheric, Echoing Vocals) (Slow beat, ambient synths, 808 bass creeping in…) Yeah… Too many lights, too many nights, Drowning in fashion, but I’m losing my mind… Heart on my sleeve, but it's covered in ice, Living this life, but I paid the price… (Verse 1 – Slow, Melodic Rap Flow) City lights flashing, but my soul feels cold, Drippin’ in designer, but my heart stay broke… Chasin’ the high, but the lows don’t fade, She left me in the dark, now my world’s all grey… Balenciaga tears, fallin’ on my wrist, AP still shining, but I don’t feel rich… Fame don’t fix what love can’t replace, I see her reflection in empty space… (Chorus – Catchy, Emotional Hook) Fading lights, I’m lost in time, Dressed in gold, but I’m dead inside… Too much pain, I can’t disguise, Living too fast, but I can’t rewind… (Verse 2 – Faster Flow, More Intense) Private jet, but I’m feeling so grounded, Cameras flashing, but I’m still surrounded… By these fake smiles, fake love, fake ties, She was my muse, now she’s someone else’s high… Chrome Heart jacket, but my heart got holes, Ice on my chain, but it don’t heal souls… They see the fame, they don’t see the fight, Luxury life, but I cry at night… (Bridge – Haunting Vocal Layering, Emotional Shift) Louis V scars, Prada regrets, Told me she loved me, now she forgets… Whiskey and pain, mixed in my veins, I’d trade all this money to have her again… (Outro – Slow, Echoing, Fading Away…) Too many lights, too many nights… Drowning in fashion, but losing my mind… Heart on my sleeve, but it's covered in ice… Living this life, but I paid the price…