(Yo, lil' bih, it's NKO on beat) Hey
No pain, no gain
They want a bounty on my head like the far west
You have spoken a lot, here not even God knows how much I would like
Not even a shadow of you, shadow
Hold on your belt and feel like you're doing a crash test
At two hundred hours with the headlights off I touch the guard-rail
What do I count, count
All in on a Zonda, Zonda
New my belt, new whip, fra', new Patek (new Patek)
We're in space like Star Trek if I press Start rec
I have the flow of a bomb, bomb, you don't need to say it
I run on a Zonda, Zonda Pagani, Ludovica
'Sti rapper goldfinger, finger
Catechization of sluts with filler, filler
Give these golddigers a prize, digger
To remake the chiappe, chiappe
Who thought about how to season them, tell them
I would like you to introduce yourself
Okay, fra', I want a tax-free life
I'm leaving the club with the Cachet
In the passenger seat
I pretended I cared
I speak little between 'but if I have to
I run and fuck the drive shaft
It seems that the brake was not going
No pain, no gain
They want a bounty on my head like the far west
You have spoken a lot, here not even God knows how much I would like
Not even a shadow of you, shadow
Hold on your belt and feel like you're doing a crash test
At two hundred hours with the headlights off I touch the guard-rail
What do I count, count
All in on a Zonda, Zonda
Ass on a Zonda, Zonda, will escape shortly thereafter
It looks like the party of Donda, Donda, everything catching fire
Either you take blame, blame or, fra', don't get up at all
Flow looks like London, London, but it's Piazzale Cuoco
Okay, Zzala between pulling the strings
I laugh at what you want to do to me
Also known as first in Fimi
You, fra', instead are first infamous
No compared to 'these four fools'
Not even to those who are satisfied with
A nice contract with four zeros
And a few doses of Fentanyl
Fra', I'll end up in a morgue
If people don't scream anymore
At yours there is half oratory
At mine there was half a south curve
I was already one of the real ones before that blue tick
The conscience is for months, that around a puttantour
No pain, no gain
They want a bounty on my head like the far west
You have spoken a lot, here not even God knows how much I would like
Not even a shadow of you, shadow
Hold on your belt and feel like you're doing a crash test
At two hundred hours with the headlights off I touch the guard-rail
What do I count, count
All in on a Zonda, Zonda
Yo, lil' bih, it's NKO on beat