Head in the slime, I'm alive by a miracle
I've got a statue of Buddha watching me from above
Smoke from Marrakech, weed from Los Angeles
I move in zigzags 'cause I'm dodging jail
I've got latex gloves, an Avirex suit
I pay little for the horse to keep the price steady
Smoke from Taranto, herb from Bitonto
Cigarettes from Monopoli, my triangle
I'm only twenty-one, I'm alive by a miracle
I've got stuff to snort and also to smoke
Hash from Ketama, weed from Spain
White in Guadalajara, the opium pops up in neo-Massafra
I loaded Xanax in Bari right under my place
Mushrooms from Holland, guns from Yugoslavia
Butterfly knife, that's just for looks
At home there's a tri-dagger, it's illegal even in war
Albanian grappa, English whisky, Belgian beer
Massafghanistan, I've got things underground
In Milan for the biz, in Taranto for business
I've got talent for business, I'm really good at it
Gas-powered Punto, I drive it like a Ferrari
Out with the mussel guys, white shark of the two seas
Yo, I'm in the South with bosses like an affiliate
In the North with thirty Arabs, it looks like a caliphate
Head in the slime, I'm alive by a miracle
I've got a statue of Buddha watching me from above
A contact in the Foggia area, another abroad
I was little but I built my network
Load, unload, trading port
I've got a rotten brother, a brother who's more serious
Yo, all done in Calcutta, monuments in white marble
Your wh*re's got an *ss, a deflated balloon
Cigarettes from Monopoli, I don't pay the monopoly
My brother's not on Instagram, he's producing Southern oil
I'm pushing, I'm watching you from up high, hanging off a crane
I see Milan shining, magpie spinning, sharp beer shards
Feels like Syria, every corner growls
A bottle junkie clings too much
Watch out, here you only breathe opium
Tooth for tooth, eye for eye
I don't do anything for nothing, so I slice your leather belt
Baby, I'm with my blacks, counterfeit hoodies
Yesterday I had less money than today
Fetish for this money, look at my eyes
Fish in my fisherman's net
I want wet ground under my new shoes
Farmhouse with tractor, I'm Flavio Briatore
Eight kids like me, the first one is an entrepreneur
The last one will make money only as God wants
Yo, I'm in the South with bosses like an affiliate
In the North with thirty Arabs, it looks like a caliphate
Head in the slime, I'm alive by a miracle
I've got a statue of Buddha watching me from above
A contact in the Foggia area, another abroad
I was little but I built my network
Load, unload, trading port
I've got a rotten brother, a brother who's more serious