Ah-ah, ah-ah
Hey (Ah-ah)

I enter the club in pieces with the tow truck
Because I'm the king of this rap shit, yeah
Nasty knows I'm a monster like Nessie
The name at the top of the blacklist, eh
If you call these lyrics, I'm Shakespeare
You come out worse than Brexit
A-a-accept that with a sheet what I want
I take it with interest
I don't understand what they're doing
Now I'm the one they follow (uoh)
Go ahead and make the album of the year (oh)
I'm aiming for the one of the century
I come from the asshole of Veneto
If you don't believe it, bro, ask your liver
While connecting the mind to the brain
Get on Pegasus, I'll take you high
Until he doesn't pick up the phone

I dress well, not Benetton
Watch me come out of the coffin
Wasted more than Jack Skeleton
I can barely have fun
I don't have time to feel the hysterics
Of these bitches, sad lives, please, believe me
On my grave write "Ipse dixit"
Davide tells me "Nicoli', trust me, come down to Rome"
I'm already K.O.
I look like Bernie Lomax's double
Shh, I have no mercy, bro, like the rich in Libya
You do a double date, but on Wikipedia
If you hang yourself out of envy, ah-ah
How many do I hear about me? (how many do I hear?)
That I'm not the same anymore (that I'm not the same anymore)
That I've made money now so it's not allowed
To be depressed anymore (to be depressed)
Yes, I'm interested in fashion, mhm
But I don't respect the dress code
I may be ugly, but also honest, mhm
I sell double if I go out

Swish a J while I walk, I walk
It seems like I have a chimney in me, chimney
My lullaby makes at least a kilo
Your hit is a fail, cute friend
If you have an email, it's for a sandwich
Anxiety sings, la, la, is tired of who understood it

Oh, I press the Lemon Haze, here it seems Demon Days
Bro, I stay hot even if it's -6 out
I love this shit and at least she knows it
Doing this shit I win World Cup, Europeans
Don't stop, get on the carousel
Bro, you've never seen it spin like ours
We smoke it in stop, a kind of journey
Wait for me to get a whore out of a cake (yes)
I celebrate my birthday, I'm the antichrist
I have a suit on that you've never seen (no)
Because it hasn't come out, bro, under the pillow
I keep the money to take that trip to Kingston
It's been weeks since I went out
The flow, if you can't rap, I'll lend it to you
No, well, I was joking, eh
I go down, then I pick it up
I smoke and become empty inside, yes, I'm dying
I color like a rhododendron, I'm at Cottolengo
I would like to smile, but it takes too much time
So I break like the Norwegians (yeah, yeah)
Then I recover within nine months you
Ask mom "Am I crazy?"
Then Dompé, uncork the Dom Pé'
The flow breaks your back, I call the coup
Yes, I wrote on my forehead, yeah
With her I don't fuck, only blowjobs
Only blowjobs, yes, only blowjobs

Swish a J while I walk, I walk
It seems like I have a chimney in me, chimney
My lullaby makes at least a kilo
Your hit is a fail, cute friend
If you have an email, it's for a sandwich
Anxiety sings, la, la, is tired of who understood it

You sold two CDs, you think you're Eric Clapton
Your shit is too street, you look like an altar boy
You sold two CDs, you think you're Eric Clapton
Your shit is too street, you look like an altar boy
You sold two CDs, you think you're Eric Clapton
Your shit is too street, you look like an altar boy
You sold two CDs, you think you're Eric Clapton
Your shit is too street, you look like an altar boy

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