It's the street that speaks
In Italy they are all the same
Either they are all friends or they are all rivals
Either they are all infamous or they are criminals
And I am more Italian than the Italians themselves
I was with two lifers, double murder down in Bari
Minors are on fire like satellites
This life is not a game and if you want to shoot me
First get out of San Andreas and then come and pierce me
Months have passed, years have passed
And I've never forgotten those bastards' faces
And if you think you're going to do me, get your balls out
That in this war with me, weapons are not enough for you
There's no point in talking, you can just suck it
New generation pissing in the asses of the older ones
New generation, from poor to millionaires
New generation, it took us two years
I don't have a million in the bank, but I have a million in my pocket
I have a full magazine, I enter Vallanzasca
I'm Italian and Arab, mafia, couscous, pasta
I promised mom that I only make flouss and that's it
Because the square won't buy you a house
Dirty money goes away faster than brashers
Cocaine in a bottle, you don't need more than your nose
You no longer have a family and were born just by chance
And I hate junkies more than hypocrites
I was under the arcades, you 'drin-drin', move
I still have the shells and I'm running out of Toqueville
Whoever did the big thing with me paid big, dump me
Suck my dick, bitch, fils de pute, rich
I'm free and you're RIP mode
I'm from the police force
My brother from Gambia, khardala, hashish-shish
No hashash-shash, I was making braquages
I had the kilos, the Kalash, in the garage
Now in the garage a Lambo and an S-Class
Class A, Class B, I'm out of class
I'm out of class, they didn't teach me art
I wanted to do music, but I was sidelined
For what is my only path, to be with the great
And learn great things to then become a bandi'
Banished from the city or inside all my friends
I'm always confused even if I have no enemies
Because at any moment these guys will mount your bike, bitches