We come from the border, uninhabited neighborhoods
Where every hundred meters you can find a grocery store
I was on the streets with the devils, for me smoking was free
Just one movement and I'll take it out of your hands
I need two accountants, I can't trust them
One will betray you and he will do it for thirty denarii
I lack confidence, often harms others
It's the same reason we're not engaged
Happiness has a cost, or it will take it away from others
I just want to talk to you, I have nothing to teach you
My eyes are big, you think you're big
But you haven't seen everything, a real man knows when to keep quiet
Why should I listen to you?
You lied to me by looking me in the eye
And here the blood flows in rivers, I'm sure you don't want to see it
We come from the border, uninhabited neighborhoods
Where every hundred meters you find people at a tobacconist
Eating with the saints, the ones you call devils
I'm alone in the fog, I'll hear people calling
Everyone goes away if you drop a gun
Take away the evil eye that bitch gave me
Save me from misery, avoid condemnation
I'm in the middle of the storm, my team accompanies me
I'm ready to wage war on every bitch in my way
I come home with the cup and a car for baba
I've been with whores and sons of bitches
Two years with Emanuele, father and mother homeless in Italy
Mary and Joseph, Jesus is not born in a stable, he is born in Niguarda
My area is an area of thieves, robbers, loan sharks, yeah
Where you smoke inside restaurants like the bosses in the eighties
You come from a great place
They play the most broke and dirtiest ass game
They will always win, I'm not a fanboy, boy
Mafia is not Gameboy, boy
I smoke gas, I'm always high
Don't talk to me if it's not about money
I smoke inside your club, dad
They cut your wrist, you have a nice watch
I can leap your tallest rapper
We lowered, the price was up, only to then raise it again
We make holes from bangla, fuck that shit, I don't pay shit
We come from the border, uninhabited neighborhoods
Where every hundred meters you find people at a tobacconist
Eating with the saints, the ones you call devils
I'm alone in the fog and I'll hear people calling
They shout, 'Artie, Artie'
They shout, 'Artie, Artie'