Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah (here comes the pain)
Yeah, yeah, ah

I know ten attacking midfielders, but not a single fullback
Whores suck dick for twenty bucks
I've seen more snow than the Kremlin, I'm not a nice guy
At six in the morning with the eyes of someone who's punished
I don't have grams in a ball, I'm at Alberto's house
My pregnant brother is not in the delivery room
I'm on a Bentley, I look like Lapo Elkann
Inside the aluminum foil there's no Parmesan
Yo, plastic bottles with aluminum caps
I rapped in crack houses before it was a trend
A real clocker for drugs becomes an acrobat
Melted girls collapse like Mia Wallace
I always go back and forth from home to the Chinese bar
The owner doesn't talk, doesn't hear, nor see well
I don't have money problems, I have problems keeping it in my pocket
I only fucked in school, I never learned shit

You've hit rock bottom, but it's just the beginning
A thousand Christians have that vice
I don't want to end up with nothing on the precipice
God doesn't come here, but thank God I know a guy
With the service, a profitable trade
Mauro cuts it, Maurizio bags it
He passes it to Ciccio, Fabrizio sells it
And that snitch sings on everyone if judgment comes

I only fuck her in the mouth, I don't have a condom
I was born prejudiced, I just took a digestive
Here they snort asbestos, even these dumbasses
And five out of ten are even mothers
Alcohol like an Irishman, cutlets like a Milanese
For three and a half cards, the shootings start
I have a friend who snorts the earnings and even the expenses
I have a contact in Bari, I took things that didn't go down
Jesus Christ is hanging on my necklace
I eat a piece of bread, drink five gin tonics
We bring it to your house like a piece of pizza
I have a rainbow in my pocket, one on the right and one on the left
Cocaine gives you a Superman punch, Von Dutch trucker hat
Dior Sauvage perfume, they give the pellets in T-MAX
I see triple, two intramuscular shots of Contramal
Stilnox cuddles me while I fuck a junkie

You've hit rock bottom, but it's just the beginning
A thousand Christians have that vice
I don't want to end up with nothing on the precipice
God doesn't come here, but thank God I know a guy
With the service, a profitable trade
Mauro cuts it, Maurizio bags it
He passes it to Ciccio, Fabrizio sells it (mic check)
And that snitch sings on everyone if judgment comes

It's your boy, Narc Noyz, you already know
Whatever man, gang bang, I open the show
This gangsta rap lives in me, I'm in overload
With this shit, my blood, you go into overdose
In this game best out, call me "The GOAT"
You don't mess, I melt your chains, make ingots
Deadly Venom, rattlesnake, liquid Toradol
Sound DOC, blister, docs, new Bono Vox
Shot of vodka plus beers on pain killers (Secco)
They rip the smile from your pupils
Children play with marbles like at the beach
I want to see my G with two villas by the sea
New irons on the wrists, Piazza Affari, Wall Street
Service served on silverware
Old monsters, new assholes, a Tennent's in two sips
They empty your whole house in a flash

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