They ask, “How you doin’?”
They ask, “How’s it goin’?,” “How’s it goin’?,” “How’s it goin’?”
But we never change, no, never, never
It’s always the same old grind here
The S, the F, the E, the R, the A
Don’t pretend nothing’s happening
You’ve heard about it in your town
No sorry, no hablo your lingo
But your daughter definitely likes it
For sure, she’s been hooked on trap for a while
Iced-out chains, my heart’s in half
You can’t talk about my content, bro, you’re too young
What a drag, what a bore, same old chant
I know, they told you I don’t sing well
But I already told you, I don’t care
Get a job and help around the house
Instead of asking your mom for money
Nah, you’ve never seen your fridge empty
That’s why you don’t think about filling your belly
I used to fill the room with dark thoughts
Then with the effort of a whole life
I tour Italy packing out clubs
While these guys stay home talking about Sfera
I never asked anybody for anything
Inside this day-to-day grind, bro
You’re on a treadmill instead
So run, run, run, run, run
Talk less, aim to make plenty, plenty
I scored a four in math but now I do numbers, numbers
I open accounts, bro, I turn into a count, count
I took that leap into the void
I raised the cup on the podium
I made my first record
People stuff their mouths with nothing
Dreams in the living room with feet soaking
All I think of you is that you’re a burden
I don’t follow you on Insta, no
You love me now that you see me in a magazine
I blow kisses to the fans
I wrote on my iPhone a track that goes
I never asked anybody for anything
Inside this day-to-day grind, bro
You’re on a treadmill instead
So run, run, run, run, run
Talk less, aim to make plenty, plenty
I scored a four in math but now I do numbers, numbers
I open accounts, bro, I turn into a count, count