LYRICS GAME

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

Copycats make me laugh

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