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In the song 25/8 by Bad Bunny, the artist reflects on his journey from humble beginnings to success. He emphasizes his loyalty and pride in his roots, and his refusal to change despite his newfound wealth. He celebrates his accomplishments and the success of his peers, and warns his detractors not to underestimate him. He also speaks to the struggles of his community, and the need to stay humble and loyal despite the challenges. The song is a reminder to stay true to oneself and to never forget where one comes from.

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I'm still the same, I haven't changed

I have what's mine without having to pretend

I always hang out with the same ones, wild

Now it's always Louis Vuitton, but you'll never change

I like the streets

25/8 ready, don't mess with me

Humble, but I'll never let myself go

It's hot, but I won't let you go

Today we're going out to the streets

Luka Dončić, there's no way I'll fail

We keep going at 200 and we won't slow down

We're always in PR, hustling, misbehaving, reigning

I'm still the same, my reflection changed

New, but I feel like one of the old ones

Humble, but I won't let myself go

Loyal, but not stupid

And don't bet against me, you'll get tangled up

I bought the Tokyo, put wings on my necklace

The 11s in white and royal blue

The baby asks me not to take them off to f*ck

And I give her all night without taking off my sneakers

Valued, I don't even know what a twenty is anymore

I brought a new weed from the f*ckery, like Benni

Fluorescent green buns, they look like tennis balls

And pound by pound

It's not that I'm antisocial, it's that you give off bad vibes

I know that seeing me well throws you off balance

But normal, but normal, but normal

Without going to the playoffs, I win the final

You touch me and you won't tune again

You'll detune the guitar

In the Dominican Republic they call me 'My crazy, you're the end'

And in PR 'It's f*cking tough, being a son of b*tches

I'm the best at this, don't argue

Any rhythm here is always executed

The dumb white boy who studied at Cuta

But I like the streets

25/8 ready, don't mess with me

Humble, but I'll never let myself go

It's hot, but I won't let you go

Today we're going out to the streets

Luka Dončić, there's no way I'll fail

We keep going at 200 and we won't slow down

We're always in PR, hustling

Don't snore with a ticket, I also have a lot

They say that I am not street, that I do not leave the gate

But this is PR, here anyone turns around

And prr, prr, welcome to the calentón

If he gives me frontier, I can't stand myself

The one who made them dress in colors and shorts

Don't play blind and deaf

Like the government, which still has the awning houses

I never followed-

No, no, keep track, keep track

Never a follower, I've always been a leader

7/25, bo, you don't live with that

But now we are billing as Wide Receiver

My verses are classics like Boca-River

Never a follower, I've always been a leader

7/25, bo, with that I don't know

Give me a, give me a break, you're going to shoot something else, you're going to shoot something else, okay

Today we take the Lambo Urus out of the marquee

You have it in Miami, I have it in Carolina

I put all the nasty' callao', like Raphy Pina

Guillando and fucking, I love adrenaline

I have many kids, that's why I'm chilindrina

Lowkey, he never let me see, like John Cena

Remember, the bichote' do not stop in the corner

I'm like a boogeyman, I go out when it's foggy

Bastard, I am the host, my mind is a mine

They bought a mansion with what I did in the cabin

They spend crying like when the Grammy doesn't nominate them

If I don't stop this verse, it doesn't end

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