Clarent brings a bold energy to ‘NCAA,’ a track that mixes street smarts with luxury. Fabien A. Cartagenas writes the lyrics, while Fabien A. Cartagenas, Jonniel Rythmz, Bassyy, and Turbo G handle the beat. The song offers a gritty yet stylish take on life as a hustler.
Released: August 5, 2025
NCAA
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NCAA Meaning & Lyrics (Clarent)
Fabien A. Cartagenas crafts lines that mix raw honesty with a sharp edge. ‘I’m a baller, you aren’t gonna make me fall in love’ shows the artist’s confidence and refusal to be tied down. The lyrics jump between guns, cars, and city life, creating a vivid snapshot of ambition and rebellion.
Cabrón, deja de moverte, que se escuchanHey, stop moving ’cause they’re listening,
YehYeah
Los Ballers de la City, ehThe City Ballers, eh
Turbo me dice que me quite las cadena’, que se escuchanTurbo tells me to take off my chains ’cause they’re rattling,
Es el sonido del dineroThat’s the sound of money
Cabrón, yo soy un bandolero en el calderoBuddy, I’m a ‘hustler’ in the thick of it
Yo soy artista y no suelto la 40I’m an artist and I don’t let go of the .40
Contesto la maraca y me muevo sexyI answer the ‘phone’ and move with style
Estamo’ en el working, lo saqué en New JerseyWe’re on the job, I got it out in New Jersey
Como uso la Glizzy debajo ‘e la jerseyHow I wear the ‘Glock’ under the jersey
YehYeah
Toda’ las puta’ pa’l BallerAll the ladies for the Baller
Quieren droga, quieren sexo, y yo las naturale’They want drugs, they want sex, but I want the natural ones
En-en PR no dan musa, no quiero locale’In-in ‘Puerto Rico’ they don’t inspire me, I don’t want the locals
Ahora dice que yo sufro problema’ mentale’Now she says I’m suffering from mental health issues
Ma, tú ere’ la loca, están Frito-LayGirl, you’re the crazy one, you’re ‘totally fried’
Yo me fumo un black y la vista al Empire StateI smoke a cigar and look at the Empire State Building
En Miami en Cullinan, en New York la EscaladeIn Miami in a ‘Rolls-Royce’, in New York the Escalade
Nos burlamo’ del sistema, nos burlamo’ de la leyWe mock the system, we mock the law
To’ mis shooters, mamabicho, NCAAAll my shooters, you jerk, NCAA
Ey, ey, eyHey, hey, hey
No me ronquen de prenda’ si el reloj no e’ PleinDon’t flex your jewelry if the watch isn’t ‘Philipp Plein’
Ey, ey, ey, ey (Ah)Hey, hey, hey, hey (Ah)
Free CHIMI, free Pampa, free Dobleta (Yeh)Free CHIMI, free Pampa, free Dobleta (Yeah)
Yo vivo por la Glizzy, pila ‘e peine’ en la gavetaI live for the ‘Glock’, a pile of clips in the drawer
Del Cartier pa’l Rolex y del Rolex pa’ la PatekaFrom the Cartier to the Rolex and from the Rolex to the ‘Patek Philippe’
Pana’ mío’ te la endecanMy buddies will deal with you
Ey, no tiene novio, quiere vacilar na’ ma’Hey, she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she just wants to have fun
Quiere bicho, ma, ¿pa’ dónde es que tú va’?She wants ‘attention’, girl, where are you going?
Yo soy un baller, tú no me va’ a enamorarI’m a baller, you aren’t gonna make me fall in love
Yo soy Roberto Clemente en mi ciudadI’m ‘the icon’ Roberto Clemente in my city
Y to’ estas puta’ quieren saludarAnd all these women want to say hello
Despue’ que te meta no me vuelve’ a verAfter I’m done with you, you won’t see me again
Prendo el palo, que empiece a brincarI light up the ‘rifle’, let it start jumping
Por estar diciendo que me va a pegarFor saying that he’s gonna hit me
Toa’ las puta’ pa’l BallerAll the ladies for the Baller
Quieren droga, quieren sexo, y yo las naturale’They want drugs, they want sex, but I want the natural ones
En PR no dan musa, no quiero locale’In ‘Puerto Rico’ they don’t inspire me, I don’t want the locals
Ahora dice que yo sufro problema’ mentale’Now she says I’m suffering from mental health issues
Ma, tú ere’ la loca, están Frito-LayGirl, you’re the crazy one, you’re ‘totally fried’
Yo me fumo un black y la vista al Empire StateI smoke a cigar and look at the Empire State Building
En Miami en Cullinan, en New York la EscaladeIn Miami in a ‘Rolls-Royce’, in New York the Escalade
Nos burlamo’ del sistema, nos burlamo’ de la leyWe mock the system, we mock the law
To’ mis shooters, mamabicho, NCAAAll my shooters, you jerk, NCAA
Ey, ey, eyHey, hey, hey
No me ronquen de prenda’ si el reloj no e’ PleinDon’t flex your jewelry if the watch isn’t ‘Philipp Plein’
Ey, ey, ey, ey (Yeh)Hey, hey, hey, hey (Yeah)
Hablando de quiéne’ no killeabanTalking about who wasn’t making hits,
Yo soy un money getter, tú no te la jugaba’I’m a money getter, you weren’t taking risks
Yo no soy el mismo desde que perdí a PelucheI haven’t been the same since I lost Peluche
Por ir yo a comprar la baba, ese era my brotherBecause I went to buy the ‘merchandise’, he was my brother
Yo sí puedo decir que en el cuello tengo una casaI really can say I’ve got a house around my neck
¿Dónde están las puta’? (Ah)Where are the ladies? (Ah)
Me gusta su cara, pero de cuerpo ‘ta raraI like her face, but her body’s a bit strange
Si no e’ un die’ de die’ no quiero nada, ahIf it isn’t a ten out of ten, I don’t want anything, ah
Los Ballers de la CityThe City Ballers
That’s a big factThat’s a big fact
Dime, TurboTell me, Turbo
Los Ballers de la CityThe City Ballers
YehYeah
It’s some money talkIt’s some money talk
NCAANCAA
YehYeah
Cabrón, cabrón, boom, boomMan, oh man, boom, boom
NCAA Music Video
‘NCAA’ lyrics are about ambition and defiance. Clarent’s track features Turbo and others, adding layers to its street-inspired narrative.