I say hello to my brother in San Vittore
From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday
And in the hood kites don't fly here
And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards
I say hello to my brother in San Vittore
From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday
And in the hood kites don't fly here
And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards
Bro, I'm not scared, I got it almost pure
Bro, I don't trust Judas, even if he swears to me
I say what I want, ivory money clips
I don't take the trendy wallet to the morgue
If I die, yo, Gucci ghost-ghost
I make a milli, you post-post
I'm so blasted I think I'm Ray Liotta
In Goodfellas with the iron in my mouth
It's my flow, bro, that gun-shots you
Alligators on the polos
Between pushers and bookies, bro, this is my life story
I rev under your block with the turbo
I pay your girl a good surgeon
I f*ck those influencer models, yeah, and belly dancers
Bro, here your gang takes slaps like Bud Spencer
Italian dream, dream switches the cream, cream
Big money, bad b from Medellín-in
The phone goes "drin-drin", Batman in Balmain
MVP-P, Paris Saint-Germain
She wants a G-G, the hottest in Italy
With PSG-G stamped on the jersey
I say hello to my brother in San Vittore
From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday
And in the hood kites don't fly here
And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards
I say hello to my brother in San Vittore
From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday
And in the hood kites don't fly here
And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards
I come from the '90s, bro, Lùnapop
A voice in my head talks, we smoke pot here
I keep going higher till there's no air left
You look like a cartoon, and a bad one too, Adrian
Surrounded by monsters, reckless life
Pretty girl, but how much do you cost me?
I mind my own, I've never watched I Fatti Vostri on TV
Those who think success comes through gossip
Like seeing Michael Jackson next to Bill Cosby, double trouble
So many blow-up balloons on the beat, Big Babol
F*ck weed, this ain't a movie, twelve years a slave
I blew it all on weed, how the f*ck was I?
Fibra doesn't reply and doesn't even view it
Think about cash like the ones who legalize it
Hunger is a cage with the monkey inside
I've burned off the rage, now I'm looking for the exit
I say hello to my brother in San Vittore
From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday
And in the hood kites don't fly here
And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards
I say hello to my brother in San Vittore
From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday
And in the hood kites don't fly here
And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards