I come from the hood, I dream of a Bentley
I don't spend my money on bullsh*t, wh*res and jewelry
Kid, come downstairs, come down, you'll get slapped, believe me
I was doing robberies at sixteen, well-off at twenty
I switch apartments, Milan, fashion downtown
I feel born rich, I feel way better
Don't act G with me, you'll end up regretting it
Don't act G with me, they'll fill you with bullets
We're too real for this scene in Italy
I roll with a dirty piece, I don't have a clean gun anymore
I'm on a Bentley with your girl onboard
With a mandolin a*s and a doll face
Oh gasolina, shake it, shake it, I came out fresher than before
Shake it, shake it, how much did I make? A hundred thousand
Just because I dissed you in a rhyme, before
Now, purple bills in half an hour
If I get pissed, he won't play
I piss Jack Daniel's Honey, brother, in your zone
All these rappers, yeah, they don't keep their word
You bought a Rolex, I bought a new gun
To stick up the a*s of these half men who now
Talk about the street, but they've only seen it on social media
When I was in the street, you were still at school
He feels mob, I feel deep
He feels Meek, I feel a thousand
We like the dirty, 21, I feel savage
He's old and feels young, I'm the real thug
Thug life, she says '2', I say 'Pac'
Snoop, I feel Snoop, you dogs
About your life you can only say you were a b*tch
I feel Kodak, you feel black
I feel Lil Baby, you're a baby, baby
Audemars Piguet tourbillon movement
Excessive like Ntò but with Luca's outburst
He's got 'Narcos' tattooed, rap like Noyz Narcos' golden days
First he writes me and then right after disappears
He behaves just like wh*res