This story’s bigger than me, not just two pages
I walk alone down a boulevard, still looking for you
I wanna make real money, forget the PlayStation
I won’t try to get you anymore, I wasted time
And I hit the pedal, I still got stuff to tell you
You stayed silent like it didn’t hurt
Push as far as you can, that’s all I can say
I’m not the type to follow, I might give you nothing
Or give you everything, outta twenty who
Believed in Plaza, I’m taking everything
I wake up and it’s night, hoping I did right
The situation’s dark, we’ve got a problem, no Houston
Pass it, Dawie, filthy hands touch it
We ain’t saints but we ain’t that normal either
Pure mindset, I tour Italy in a van for my hunger
Gold chain on my neck, got things to do, sorry, I won’t answer
I do whatever I want, I don’t give a f*ck about the game
Don’t tell me what to do, I always do the opposite, yeah
Mom, pray for me, save me from the dark road
Where you won’t walk you’ll find me, then the fear fades
I’m not doing so bad anymore
Star player or outlaw, watch the level rise, yeah, yeah
Feels like a movie and I’m the lead
In this thriller and I’ve already seen the ending
Snakes crawl and I step over ’em in my Vuittons
I’m on the pitch, coach, first team, always starting
Here they race over who’s got the crown
But what’s the point if I’m the villain that steals it from you
From the block, millionaire, Carlos Tevez
Raised in real situations, yeah, yeah
She says “I love you”, it’s a lie
From the eighth floor this city looks like mine
Wanna know what’s inside me, baby, do an autopsy
I ain’t short of air, but I miss my home, ya, ya