Every morning I thank the sky
For what I've taken, for what I've lost
Every morning I thank the sky
For what I've taken, hey, hey
If you meet me, I don't ask much, just say hi before the photo
If you know me I don't ask at all
I wreck you, I grab the world
Boston knows I'm serious
Shok knows I'm serious
Giovane knows I'm serious
With my flow I eat you, I mean it
Roberto Cavalli on my shirt 'cause I'm a horse at it
The difference between me and others is they get left behind, I stay
You suck at your job, I'm telling you, I won't take it back
Veggie eats meat, not vegan, no hibernation, hungry all year, pack leader
I soundcheck, the level's high
Add zero, zero, zero, zero after the one on that cheque before I tear it off
You hear 'smack smack' when I spank her
I feel good like on four bars
On my 4-7 I add four notches
I take out four rappers, like in four bars
The chill always drops, put on four scarves
I love the stuff I write, on drama days I turn poet
On happy ones I spend the cash, on gray ones we smoke a ten
I want to leave a groove, not a mark, if I teach you it's only for this era
I write holy things at night
Hear Vegas, hear the prophet
For that money I've got a thousand pockets like a kangaroo, the chick goes: 'Ooh, baby'
If you listen I've got crazy things in my head, ooh, bae, I'm the craziest
For that money I've got a thousand pockets like a kangaroo, the chick goes: 'Ooh, baby'
If you listen there're crazy things in my head, ooh, bae, I'm the craziest
I open YouTube, but it looks like YouPorn
I pop my d*ck, uncork it like Tuborg
I don't give a f*ck about remorse, careful, I don't smoke
Would I stick it to Elettra Lamborghini? Swear, no
Don't tell me I'm crazy, no
You're there not moving, no
I threw d*cks at my teachers, imagine at the new kids
If I wake tomorrow morning, I see myself in the sky maybe I thank myself, and
I'm falling but first I'll fill the stadiums, derby, Roma-Lazio, and
This stuff, like history, writes itself
I'm a new person, yet alone
I've got a good verse and it sounds
With Bellaria and Bellinzona
With your money in Bellinzona
With your woman in a thong jumping on me, let's be serious, basically
You don't see me in a coma, still standing, find another like me or try again
Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
My rhymes to whoever tries them
It's a sea of sh*t, swim
Give me Italy and then Europe
Veal cutlet, with Chicnisello, what'd I say, bro?
There's a gap, you suck the d*ck
Artists, well, I ain't seen any
To write a track they ask: 'Which records do I copy today?' I thank what's there