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CHECKING CONNECTION

YOU'RE STREAMING LIVE

YOU STOLE MY BARS! YOUR NEW SONG HAS MY BARS!

TALENTLESS BASTARD YOU'RE A JOKE

It's Ugly, you bastards. Ugly here.

Those sons of bitches stole my bars.

Word for word, bar for bar.

- I'll give them flow whenever they want. - Hello? Can you help us?

DO YOU WANT TO EXIT?

Really? You've just got change?

It's all I have.

Hard work is its own reward.

And not paying attention is its own punishment. Come on.

Give it here. Come on, man.

Relax, man.

- Come on. - Calm down. Here you go.

Dammit, Ugly. Just change again?

- It's all I have. - This is a fucking joke.

Here's your change.

Hey, you're on IO's live stream.

Look, she answered your video with a meme.

He calls himself Rad Bunny.

That made me think about kids today,

and everything they do to get famous.

They don't have anything new. It's just imitation.

You're fucking kidding.

We've just fucked with the elites with this.

We haven't released one song yet.

Have you seen Instagram?

Fucking J Balvin comments on it.

The real problem here

is that Trappatitlán is getting views with my bars,

and no one's listening to me except my Aunt Tere.

I love her, but that's not gangster.

Really.

I'm going to start a beef with Trappatitlán.

Hell, yeah.

Yeah, homie.

How does recording a track insulting Trappatitlán help us?

To attract attention, Data. If Trappatitlán falls for it, we win.

It's like David and Goliath.

Who's more famous now, Data, David or Goliath?

- Get with it. - You get with it, Goliath.

They got us good with Rad Bunny. Do you want them to get us again?

Let things settle down,

let it cool off so we don't have a mess on our hands.

Fuck yeah, Flex. That's good.

Well, actually we have plans.

Plans?

I told Flex I'd take him to this cool record store.

See you later, okay?

Call me when you get off work. And don't do anything stupid.

Fucking Flex.

Easy, guy. Don't pay attention to them.

I like seeing you aggressive.

- The beef idea is very cool. - Hell, yeah.

Besides, you can count on me for everything.

Could you help me out by filming me?

No, man.

You take care of that.

I'm going to start on the gorilla marketing plan.

IO will see who we really are.

Okay?

You've got this.

Don't overcomplicate this.

The art world is all about prejudice.

What makes something a work of art?

I don't know. That it's cool.

But in your opinion, IO, which one's better?

That one.

- It is? - Obviously.

Don't you think this one is more, like, "vibey?"

Your last song was "vibey."

This one's like, I don't know, violent, sexual.

Almost incestuous.

That's like Hailey's relationship with Justin Bieber.

How's that?

Don't worry about it. Get it, trust me. Okay?

- Rodrigo. - Yes?

What do I have to do today?

After the stylist, there's a call with Rancho Humilde.

You'll meet Jimmy's new artist.

I already confirmed tomorrow with you. You'll be on the podcast Creative.

Who keeps sending me shit? I don't get it.

MESSAGE FROM BUBBLE

That's a bot.

Be careful. I get a ton of that shit.

But... be careful with this.

- Right on. - Check out this gem.

It's "Gucci against the state."

This song's introduction is like opera.

It goes like this.

Gucci. Gucci.

Cool.

Datiux?

You're not going to say hello or anything?

- How are you? - Fine.

- What's up, bro? - What's up?

- Sant. How are you? - Flex. Cool.

Welcome, man.

What're you looking for, bro?

Cumbia at a discount?

Flex is a producer from the Guerrero hood.

Guerrero? Very cool.

Isn't that where Eme MalaFe shot that video...

I'm neither good nor bad

- That was Tepito. - Same thing. Great neighborhoods.

Cool that you're living it in flesh and blood.

I think that's awesome.

Congratulations for that. Really.

Cool. Glad you like it.

I know.

I'll put on something you'll love.

Especially you, man.

Sorry. I don't know what's up with him. He's not usually like this.

I'm neither good nor bad

I'm left with this side

Sometimes up, sometimes down

You have to understand that I was born to fight

When I was a child, I didn't have...

Yung Jo? Come on.

I've known this asshole since grade school. His name's Jorgito.

No way!

You're IO!

You let me into the Bombón party.

I was with Blue Rojo, remember?

Yeah, it's me.

By the way, IO, a friend sent you this.

What's this?

I got these sneakers for giving this to you.

Am I crazy or am I being stalked?

If you see him again, tell him I'm calling the cops.

Okay.

And those are fake.

- Go to hell, fat ass. - I sent the money, I swear!

It's you, Ugly. How did you get in? You scared me, man.

Who let you in, my mother?

Martha, you're crossing the line.

Have a seat. What can I get you? A joint? A glass of water?

Alex, scoot over so that Ugly can sit down.

You really scared me, man!

How's your mother, man?

- Esther, right? - Right.

I always remember that noodle soup she made.

Hey, what about those fucking thieves from Trappatitlán?

They're shameless, aren't they?

I told them not to do it, but...

That's why I'm here.

Relax, guy.

I just hang out with them because Lil Vato is my cousin.

But they have no respect for my art.

As soon as I put out my first hit single,

I'm telling them to fuck off.

Check this out.

Is this Faraón Love Shady?

- This is music, man. - Come on.

Very cool. Spit something, man.

I want to start a beef with Trappatitlán.

Okay, Ugly. You know I really admire you, right?

The thing is, those guys are way up there.

You're not there.

That's where you come in, man.

Imagine this.

You give me some good information about them,

and I write some sick bars for you.

Well, me and the Ugly crew.

What do I get out of it?

What do you mean, man?

Put that shit out and you'll blow up.

You'll be huge, man.

I've got something juicy.

- Don't tell them I told you. - No, let's hear it.

- You know Sucio, Lil Vato's best friend? - Yeah, of course.

He used to dance in a show for women on Chippendales Wednesdays.

No way! That's fucking awesome!

Let's have it. What do you have for me?

Yeah.

What's with your friend? Is he an idiot?

He's not my friend. He's the son of my parents' friends.

Maybe he's intimidated.

You're everything he wants to be.

- Poor guy. - Not at all.

Santi was born rich and white.

No one would take him seriously as a rapper.

Right?

What's he listening to?

No idea, man.

He's forgotten what he was going to play for us.

Yeah, yeah

Calling Sucio onto the runway

It's time, dawgs

Ugly here

It's not Wednesday But let's start the show

The main act Is Sucio ruining his image

A fake rapper Like the chains on his neck

His g-strings are more popular Than his label's songs

Trappatitlán, a studio Of stuck-up old people

They steal my ideas Try to steal this

Flock of vultures Like Judas at the table

Whoever doesn't know Ugly Would pray to anyone

Heads roll when I open my mouth

My lines are daggers Yours are made of coke

My tongue is sharp Drives your chicks crazy

Your time is done It's my turn now

No one looks up to you Your crew is done

Your flow is outdated It's off the market

At this corner store We've outdone you

If you want some nuts You can pay over here

I won't let myself be beat These assholes want to see me fail

We came to take the gold and the game Guerrero guys are laying down the law

No way.

Ugly, try doing something else, kid. Singing's not your thing.

Get out of here. Your producer's the son of a clown.

And that chick Data has some nice pics, right, Sucio?

What's that, dawg?

Yeah, you dumb abandoned kid,

remember how your mom came and sucked my noodle?

Cut! That's it.

Son of a bitch! Jorgito, you damn sheep.

What Adán Cruz is saying here

is, in the hood, you get rid of everyone or you shoot them.

He's a tough guy, isn't he?

You shoot, right, Felix?

No, I've never shot a gun. My name's Flex, man.

- Whoa, put that down, buddy. - What are you doing?

I got this gun in L.A. I bought it off this guy.

The guy says they killed Tupac with this.

Put that shit down, brother. Fuck.

You're pointing it at us, man.

- Man, stop fucking around! - No!

Relax, man. Don't worry. It's fine.

Singing's not your thing.

Get out of here.

Your producer's the son of a clown.

And that chick Data has some nice pics, right, Sucio?

Those are the guys from Trappatitlán.

- No way. They bit. - Fucking Lil Vato.

Those sons of bitches are still...

Data, everyone's seen those pics.

- Relax. - Motherfuckers.

Fucking chicks. They can't handle hip-hop.

Right? Felix?

What the fuck, Ugly. I told you not to get involved.

Now they've dragged Flex and I into it.

How did they find out my dad was a clown?

They sure got us back.

Got us back? Come on, Flex, your father played in a band dressed as a clown.

Who cares?

So? It bothered me as a kid.

The whole world saw my pics, Flex.

How did Lil Vato find out about your pics?

What do you think? The bastard took them.

- He's my ex. - Lil Vato's your ex?

Wow, Data. That's something you and Santi have in common.

You're both obsessed with the hood.

You don't know me.

Me inviting you to hang out doesn't mean you can judge me. Okay?

Where are you going?

Where do you think?

To take down Trappatitlán.

What, man?

- I'm going to fuck you up! - What's wrong? Relax.

Why are you mad?

You didn't believe that.

It was an act, man.

It's Jorgito, man. Yung Jo is just my alter ego.

Are you really Oogly all the time?

Ugly, you bastard. Ugly.

Whatever. Relax. Want some?

Relax, man.

See?

Feel better?

How did you find out about Data's pics?

That was fucked up, man. But it wasn't me.

It was Lil Vato. Didn't he go out with her?

With Data? Really?

Shit.

Where are you man? You wanted a war?

It's going down. Come to my place. I know how to get Trappatitlán.

What's up? Let's hit it.

Back off, man.

That's my guy.

Relax, man. He always gets like that. Who knows why.

Hey, Data...

Guys.

What's up? What have you got?

Why didn't you tell me what we're doing?

- What's wrong? - You put us in a tight spot, man.

Stop talking shit, Flex. What spot?

Come on guys. That's enough. Don't start.

I have an idea.

What I'm going to propose is nasty, but this is war.

And fuck Lil Vato.

Fuck him.

Sometimes Lil Vato would get together with his ex

to talk about something he didn't want me to know about.

One day, he had no choice but to bring me along.

And, well...

Who's that little idiot?

That's Carlitos.

The son he abandoned.

No shit! Lil Vato's kid?

Obviously, Lil Vato's.

But he doesn't accept him and never sees him because...

It's not really gangster.

Wow. History repeats itself, man.

- Poor kid, right? - Poor kid?

That kid doesn't need him, bro.

Look at me. Not having a dad made me tough.

Yeah, but repeating the cycle isn't cool.

All the more reason we should teach Lil Vato a lesson.

Do you think maybe you're being paranoid?

I don't know, man.

I've felt like someone was following me all day.

That's the son of a bitch. Fucking asshole. I told you.

Son of a bitch!

Please, put that thing away. Come on!

Who prints out a link?

Fuck, this shit really burns!

- Data. - Flex.

I know. Sorry. I fucked up.

Look, man.

I don't owe you an explanation for why I went out with anyone.

Or for who I am.

So fuck your prejudices.

- Okay? - Yeah.

I know.

I got worked up over nothing.

I was pissed because of what Santi said. I don't know what happened.

Sorry I introduced you to him.

It's cool.

But I also thought it was cool

for us to spend time together.

Being close, the connection, the hormones, the pheromones.

When you and I are together...

It's cool, right?

We'll see.

Right on.

I've come for the Mayan zero

You guys are the decimal Don't have the size

Tikal, Trappatitlán Ancient city in ruins

Forgiven by time But far from the peak

Yes!

Enough already. Open the link.

So what if it's a virus.

No way. They're from this idiot who has been following me all day.

I had to pepper spray him in the face.

Truthfully, I respect that shit.

I did that stuff too when I started.

Aren't you curious?

You're making me feel bad. I hate you.

OPEN LINK FROM CELL?

I want to forget about your street

It's that miniature Bad Bunny you destroyed on Instagram.

It sucks to go viral for something like that.

Worst of all, the kid's got talent.

WHEN YOU GET RAD BUNNY INSTEAD OF BAD BUNNY

Happy?

Great to see you still have a heart.

What's up, homie?

We're really causing some trouble!

- Yeah. - We're raising hell and taking names.

That's not how that phrase goes.

Have you ever thought about making me part of your crew?

Think about it. You, me, Flex, Data.

We're good for the time being.

With all due respect, dawg.

Cool. Cool.

What the fuck?

- What's wrong? - Let me give you some friendly advice.

If I were you, I'd call off the beef with Trappatitlán.

Somebody told me they know who you are, and they're going to fuck you up.

Are you threatening me?

Come on, Ugly. You and I are friends.

But back off, man.

Those guys aren't fucking around.

With all due respect, dawg.

- No, hold on. - Everything okay, man?

Aren't you getting, like...

- Like a bad vibe? - Don't start.

I made you a 3-D animation with a Mayan pyramid and all your idols.

I even put in some twerking girls.

Can we start fucking them up?

Those bastards never imagined such an elaborate response.

This one's for Carlitos, dawg.

Right on.

Fucking Jorgito, don't be such a sheep, man.

- What's up? - Fucking Ugly, man!

It worked, Ugly, you son of a bitch.

IO erased it, man.

Lay off the drugs.

No way. Take it easy? Fuck no.

Let's go get some beers at El Guapo.

It's on Daddy Bubble, man.

Right on.

What's up? How're you doing?

Let's see here.

I see someone who needs to cool off.

Luciel! How are you, man?

- What's up? - What's up, Bubble?

- How are you? - Good. Want some?

- No thanks. - You?

- No. - What's in that shit?

It doesn't matter what's in it.

What matters is how it makes you feel. Right?

Am I right?

Has Trappatitlán answered?

No, we got those guys really good.

FROM YUNG JO TRAPPATITLÁN'S COMING

Fucking Ugly. I told you you were the shit, man.

The shit, man.

You fuckers didn't think this beef would be cool.

Be happy, man. What's up?

I'm cool, bro.

There you go.

What's up?

We need to leave now. Let's go.

Come on. We just got here.

Yeah, man. Come on.

Do you remember Jorgito from school?

Jorge the snitch?

Now he's with the Trappatitlán crew.

- I messaged him and went to his mom's. - What did you do?

Bro, I'm sorry.

I offered him a deal where I'd...

If he gave me dirt on Trappatitlán, I'd give him info on Ugly Crew.

Come on, Ugly.

You told him that clown stuff?

- I had to say something. - Fuck off!

Share your own info!

What about my pics?

No, what did I know about that? That was Lil Vato.

Data, Flex, I'm sorry. I lost control.

But things are fine. We're a team.

I know that sucked, but we've got to go now.

Jorgito did it again. He ratted me out.

Shit.

Fuck. What's up?

Ugly, you fucked up, kid. Do you think I'm a chump?

You think your videos are tough?

I never called you a chump.

Rap's a competition and you lost.

I lost, did I? Sucio!

Here you go, boss.

You're a badass too, right?

Take this. Finish him off. Go ahead.

This is it.

- Fucking thugs. - Fuck that damn kid up.

For his big mouth. You're tough on video.

What you got?

Fuck, you're too much, Ugly.

What's this asshole doing?

What do you want?

- You guys are from Trappatitlán. - Hell, yeah.

Wait!

Stop that! Come on!

Hey! The cops are coming!

Son of a bitch!

- Ugly, no. That's enough. - You're a thug!

- Dude! - Ugly!

They fucked him up.

- Bubble! - This is fucked up.

It'll be fine, Bubble.

You're a rock, bro.

Remember Tupac.

Look at the pic I got of him.

Right on.

What a fucking day.

Guys...

Getting ahead in the game was my dream since I was little, you know?

You can only do it by breaking the mold.

Data, you're an anarchist.

This is anarchy.

Flex, we've been trying to get someone to listen to our music for years.

They listened, and not just that.

They beat us up for what we made.

No bullshit, that's inspiring, isn't it?

Ugly.

If we're going to be a crew,

at least ask our opinion too, okay?

Sure.

Okay, dawg.

AMBULANCE

Stay strong, Bubble!

Stick a needle in your ass so you don't get bored!

I've come for the Mayan zero

You guys are the decimal Don't have the size

Tikal, Trappatitlán Ancient city in ruins

Forgiven by time But far from the peak

Fake rappers Wearing their chains

Dust in the sky Rubble in the booth

Cars, luxury, a lot of cocaine

The street is no joke Until you get to the corner

The bullets are real In the hood I live in

You pretend to be gangsta Supposedly committing crimes

The streets have left me ghosts Who now take care of me

The ones who are with you Write your rhymes

Between these bars and those There's no comparison

The orphan is rapping My flow has no mother

The rhymes are strophes That feed the truth

And they spit this information and facts

Your manager doesn't Just charge you 30%

He takes care of your chick When you're away on tour

Do you feel big Sharing other people's shit?

If you need groceries Do they charge for nuts again?

Fake rappers wearing their chains

Dust in the sky Rubble in the booth

Cars, luxury, a lot of cocaine

The street is no joke Until you get to the corner

Fake rappers wearing their chains

Dust in the sky Rubble in the booth

Cars, luxury, a lot of cocaine

The street is no joke Until you get to the corner

Don't talk to me About charging thousands a month

Or about earning money Or being deserving

If what you spend on drugs You could sometimes save

You could pay child support For the kid you're keeping secret

I wish it were a lie But it's the truth

Lil Vato has a kid He doesn't see on Christmas

Or Children's Day, Father's Day Or on his birthday

Don't look for redemption You've already hurt him bad

Why hide a kid Forgetting all about him

How's it the kid's fault for being born?

It's traumatic to be A kid without a father

Even worse if that kid Has your last name

Trappatitlán, a city That has become a cemetery

On your graves A new empire is rising

This event is engraved in your history

A weak ugly kid has toppled you

Call the morgue

There are a lot of fallen bodies

No one knows what happened

But it was swift and accurate