I go in and out of a cell, six times is normal for me
I haven't seen the sea for two summers, I spent them in the stands-
In the cell it's forty degrees, f*cking hell
So many kilos and abracadabra, sold in a week
They know my mom and dad in every jail
I got it in without staining my image
When I was passing you, I was already putting on the cardigan
You got nothing to do with rap, but you're in the headlines
I cut the vocals with a producer
I don't cut stuff anymore, I'm the supplier
I'm throwing stones at that drone
Simba, could you do me a favor?
I'll do you one favor, even two
I come through the chimney like Santa Claus
I stick to mine, you stick to yours
I was starving, now I eat for two
I-I'm with Simba La Rue, mom, we need a duaa
Ghali, bro, we need two duaas
If I don't bring money home, I won't go back home
I leave home thinking only about money
I go out with zero and come back with my pocket bursting
From the envy, kho, my head's exploding
This pasta's good, it's homemade
I smoke zatla, not Colombian
Never brought certain things home
It looked like Baghdad, it was my house
I took three Rivo, my stomach hurts
And I don't get why he's looking at me
I make trouble and it ends up at Niguarda
Pizza delivery, we come into your place
If someone buzzes, I'm not home
I dream of Bellucci walking around the house
Sh*tty racist says, "Go back home"
His daughter's been gone for three days
She was with the forty-year-old doing coke
Junkie asks me for grams
Do me a favor, get the f*ck out
She took some d*ck in exchange for some grams
If I don't bring money home, I won't go back home
I leave home thinking only about money
I go out with zero and come back with my pocket bursting
From the envy, kho, my head's exploding