LEARN LYRICS

for real

For real

A kilo in the trunk, for real

Pillow without feathers, for real

Around all day yes, for real

Under the buildings, mmmh, for real

And I dropped out of school, yes, for real

I smoke five an hour, yes, for real

My mom doesn't really work

And I'll do a robbery, rahh, for real

The bros make sachets, mmmh, for real

And then they sell them in the courtyard for real

Fuck the madam, for real

Let's mug a whore, yes, for real

I really do it

Yeah, me and a cop only have one thing in common

That we both never went to school

I told her: 'Look carefully, I'm a sex symbol'

She says, 'You're a criminal, you got a sex pistol,' hey

We are not thieves but we steal your life

We don't force ourselves with the kilos of hand-holding and off we go

I put the autotune on, you say, 'You sound like Future'

Too far ahead, I'm going on tour with the car of the future

Money for real, sold out for real

I really escaped murder

We kidnap your woman but we don't touch her

I burn her hair so she slaps herself with his hand

The more money, the more problematic the situation

But I'm Einstein in mathematics

You see me, take off your hat and ask for alms

Fuck your paper, bro, I don't fuck in the car

Beautiful and damned, Bennato

But banned on television, not born in the good Naples

I gave my best like Napoli who sell Cavani

But this year I'm going full out like Vasco

Without a helmet, I cover the damages, Kasko

I love my enemy, I really want to help him

Shoot him in the head, I don't want him to suffer that much

I piss on Italy and if they are flowers they will smoke

Trap like Trapattoni, I'm Donald Trap

Purple suits me bro

I tested on animals like L'Oréal

Domopak testimonial

Marracash now king from slavery

Bro I took out Excalibur

The road in the rock like my crew, you

It trembles like in Kathmandu

'Study' the aunts said, 'Drugged' the companies

If school was needed, I would have sold encyclopedias rather than drugs

Anonymous buildings, eggs, nomads, a few Italian surnames on the intercoms

You are rappers for Men and Women, or rather Men and Men

My life, brother, is a diagonal on two Cartesian axes

And of course it goes up

As a child I took religion class in the streets

Not by the Salesians

'This generation is poorer than the previous one

Except this one

Accept that I am a God and then reject your other beliefs

Or accept the consequences

I do it for real, for real

For real

For real, for real

For real