I'm still waiting for who comes to pierce me
I have toxic and customers under the arcades
To give him the coca, the coca, the coca, the coca
Call on Nokia, Nokia, Nokia
Tell me only what time, they also bring it to you now
Paky, or you pay it or don't really talk to him
Learn when being in your place
Hide gold necklaces, wallet and your cell
You have it, you don't have it later
Two children on motorbike arrive in a lap of hands
You don't even know it happened
I'm smoking the Zaza, Zaza around, Giro with Mala
Still thrown on the street, on the street, above an SH
I also go back to mosquito, Shqipari and Maranza
We enter the house when you are not at home
I don't say random things, I never wrote a bullshit
You put the balaclava and you've never done a robbery
I had an envelope in my hand, others in Armani's suit
I gave me one hundred today, I finished them all tomorrow
Paky, give me ten grams, I do ten poles
To balls or hand passes
From one kilo I let another one come out
Then another from the same package without having not even touched it
Girotondo, Tiki Taka, I have contacts throughout Milan
Fashion Week and Ferragamo
Do you have a problem with me? I'm always in Rozzano
You are in the square with mine, with the killers, some prejudiced
If you talk about gangsta rap, this year I took control
Here is not a video game, it's real life, puts the controller
'Uah-Euah' on the Range Rover, Pow-Pow, six game over
All black as shadows, we enter without leaving evidence
There is no peace or love for us who come from where
A nine -year -old boy comes and pierces your abdomen
I have my eyes closed as in Taiwan
I throw smoke, purple banana
Or when you point the iron in your face
A real boy boy under the balls and a bad surname
We were already born in prison