Goodfellas born, badfellas dead
It seems to me a deja-vu another rapper
Torn to pieces in the back of the Tesla
Pablo, Louis V, Gucci for Capone, Milano OG, one million contracts
Goodfellas born, badfellas dead
It seems to me a deja-vu another rapper
Cemented in the back of the villa
El Chapo, Fendi, Versace, Corleone, Milano OG, one million contracts
And here we go again, and again and again
Rappers who test my patience
They want the crown, I'm on a mountain
Of promises and I roll my head, Conan
I know what you're aiming for, but you don't reach it
Just connect the dots, I grew up among the insults
And I go back to the base to return them all
Since my first demo I write verses with poison, Putin
I remember it was a winter afternoon
I slowly approach a rapper who listened to
I Colle der Fomento, full hatred
I said, 'Good story, I'm a fan of Damage too.'
He looks at me and says, 'I don't believe you
Back to making pieces like Fuck Dumb'
They didn't even bury him in the cemetery
After I tore it to pieces and put it inside the trunk
Singing: 'They wanted problems and now they will have problems'
Goodfellas born, badfellas dead
It seems to me a deja-vu another rapper
Torn to pieces in the back of the Tesla
Pablo, Louis V, Gucci for Capone, Milano OG, one million contracts
Goodfellas born, badfellas dead
It seems to me a deja-vu another rapper
Cemented in the back of the villa
El Chapo, Fendi, Versace, Corleone, Milano OG, one million contracts
In my iPhone, friar', there is half a scene
If you want to do a piece with me let's catch each other, no problem
I am full of rhymes and arguments, armed to the teeth
See you in the studio at 4:20 and I kill the track
Then your head, fra', I put it in the fridge together with the Migos record
Your relatives will say, 'You're just a murderer
She did not deserve this end and above all she was your fan
He used to tell his friends that you're a great
He wanted to be like you, a star
He told everyone this music was his faith
And in the room he listened only to you and Fedez'
Goodfellas born, badfellas dead
It seems to me a deja-vu another rapper
Torn to pieces in the back of the Tesla
Pablo, Louis V, Gucci for Capone, Milan, OG, one million contracts
Goodfellas born, badfellas dead
It seems to me a deja-vu another rapper
Cemented in the back of the villa
El Chapo, Fendi, Versace, Corleone, Milano OG, one million contracts
Now I'll explain this thing
Most of the rappers you listen to now
They all grew up listening to my stuff
They write to me in private: 'Fiber you are a myth'
I wonder why they don't say it in interviews
And I should pass over certain things, indeed
Should I run over you with a bulldozer
To be honest fra' di te fuck me ne
I say this only because on 'sto beat we are fine
If I could only talk to you about love
But she says, 'Look, I'd rather
Then I realize there's a rapper
Who tells me in the stories
I threw it from the balcony
Goodfellas born, badfellas dead
It seems to me a deja-vu another rapper
Torn to pieces in the back of the Tesla
Pablo, Louis V, Gucci for Capone, Milano OG, one million contracts
Goodfellas born, badfellas dead
It seems to me a deja-vu another rapper
Cemented in the back of the villa
El Chapo, Fendi, Versace, Corleone, Milano OG, one million contracts