LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
I don't thank anyone for what I have
My bros still sell smoke on that porch
And I've never been delusional
Attracted by luxury, sometimes confused
Take the gold off your neck
Who don't track it after it's melted down
And we're not running away from here, mom would like to see me on TV
But not on the news
You don't understand, I'm talking about g stories, inside the Nike Tisci
Buildings of 15 floors, in 15 by 15 square meters
Cut yourself for this stuff, they cut stuff for others
They have cuts on their arms
And all my bros, they look at you badly they scratch your Porsche
They dream of slopes in Courmayeur, but they dream of slopes in the north curve
And tell me what the fuck are you looking at
Come, I'll turn you off a bit
I have everything you need in my Burlon sweatshirt
As a kid I had the Milka on top of sliced ​​bread
Now Milka is the logo above the loaves
As children we played cops and robbers while
Now we really run away from the guards
They know nothing about me
No, they don't know anything about me
They know nothing about me
No, no, they don't know anything about me
As a child on the bike I went without hands
When I grow up in life I go without plans
The more I grow the more the troubles grow
But in the new Bugatti I never wake up
Kamikaze rhymes your head explodes
Like when the chaff comes in and crashes the party
My bros dream of fresh air, a more beautiful life
Not ending up in a cool cell
No, shut up and fly like a child
Seen nothing, heard nothing, I wasn't around at that hour
No, better if you go for a ride
You better go fuck yourself, you don't even know how I live
But these here are talking about me
Yes, these here are talking about me
But they don't know that
No, no, they don't, they don't know that
As a kid I had the Milka on top of sliced ​​bread
Now Milka is the logo above the loaves
As children we played cops and robbers while
Now we really run away from the guards
As a kid I had the Milka on top of sliced ​​bread
Now Milka is the logo above the loaves
As children we played cops and robbers while
Now we really run away from the guards
They know nothing about me
No, they don't know anything about me
They know nothing about me
No, no, they don't know anything about me