Ah-ah, ah-ah
Eh, ah, hey family
The mafia, Italy
Little one under the black buildings like the Audis, let's go
It's my guy, the only family
And let's go, it's my guy, the only family, ah

Hey, the family
Turin, the family
Milan, the family
Padua, the family (eh, eh)
Hey, the family
Zone, the family
Milan is the family
Turin is the family

Oh mama, I saw Maradona
And I sold it even in the zone
Brenta mafia or Sinaloa
Gambling, it's good stuff
In the business like The Godfather, a bit Tarantino, Reservoir Dogs
I go, "Pow-pow-pow" for the loot, Romanzo Cri', Lebanese
Like the Magliana
Because the state doesn't feed us, like Che Guevara
Victory or death for the money, uhm-ueh-ueh
Grew up like this, badly, uhm-ueh-ueh
It's the street that speaks, the real one
Bro, how are you? All good?
Yes, all good, I earned the month, mh
Today I count them, sorry officer
But they acquitted me, if you want I'll buy you a drink, mh
I'm down in the block, ooh

Born in Morocco
Ninja bike, yes, in the block
If you know, they are eighteen
The police, thirty in the block
Eh, thirty in the block, the sese takes pictures of us
Oh, guard the street, my buddy
Rules, silver or lead, eh-eh
Silver or lead, oh, but well
I'm locked in the studio with my brothers
If I drink a lot, I think of you
If I run too much now, a little, we-we-we-wesh

Hey (ueh, ueh)
I smoke at night only quality (quality)
That green spins in the neighborhood (neighborhood)
They are the ones who follow the fashion
Carats in the mouth but they are the ones who resell it (oh-oh)
Garavani, AK-47
It's the khapta, you didn't note, hoping for freedom
I run fast, number seven
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na

Hey, the family
Turin, the family
Milan, the family
Padua, the family (eh, eh)
Hey, the family
Zone, the family
Milan is the family
Turin is the family (eh, eh)

Eh, R-H-O-V-E
Rho, child, the moulaga, eh
I take off the balaclava and (ah)
I am Rhove
Taste, taste, pa-pam-pam-pam
Taste, taste, pa-pam-pam-pam
Rho is the zone (na-na), Turin, Barriera, Legnano (no-no)
Carrera glasses, tacky
A tacky pops a wheelie on an Apetta in Rho
She didn't want us, fuck it now I have a platinum record in my hand, ah-ah
Proud of the miff, ah-ah
In the zone, yes, now there is happiness
Eh, the family

Eh-eh, eh-eh (eh-eh)
Italy in France like Verratti (eh-eh), eh-eh, eh-eh (ueh-ueh)
I come from twenty square meters, eh
Via Padova in the biz (neh-ah)
Sisco is the voice (weowe)
Tu-tu, the machine guns
Tu-tu-tu-tu-tut, the machine guns
Uoh, uoh (ah)
I lean in the curve like Valentino (vroom-vroom)
The Vuitton bag and Valentino
Two euros in two together with the buddy (uoh-uoh-uoh)
Uoh-uoh, eh-eh
Thanks to the zone, Via Padova and Rho like jungles

Eh, ah, hey family
The mafia, Italy
Little one under the black buildings like the Audis, let's go
It's my guy, the only family
And let's go, it's my guy, the only family, ah

Hey, the family
Turin, the family
Milan, the family
Padua, the family (eh, eh)
Hey, the family
Zone, the family
Milan is the family
Turin is the family (Néza)

Selling the plaquettes, grown up in this neighborhood
He sees the big ones and indeed he got dirty, boy, eh
Years ago I already did things and I don't say why
He was attracted to everything that is forbidden
They want the part, they closed doors
I was aside, they made me strong
My guy, they made me strong, eh-eh (ueh-ueh-ueh)
Tic-tac, time doesn't wait
Tic-toc, a cop enters
Zig-zag through the streets of the center
Vroom-vroom, they want my slice, eh
They want my slice, everything was fast, you grew up quickly
Did the first thefts, first bicycle
The first weigh, I made money quickly

I slept outside the house, I had coke in my pocket
Dad lives far away, we raced each other
I slept outside the house, I had, in my pocket
Dad lives far away, we raced each other
I want a contract, money to pay the rent
I spent my whole life trying to change my life, eh-eh
Change life, baby
Take a tour at my place, it's the hess
Change life, baby
Take a tour at my place, it's the hess
Tracksuit and AMG, they can limit us
Hesses and cops, they would like to get us
We need money, I was selling grams
Treat us well or we are bastards
Wasted years, I was selling drugs
Akha, son of a bitch
Robbery, Alex died on the street
They will know who we are, inshallah

Hey, the family
Turin, the family
Milan, the family
Padua, the family (eh, eh)
Hey, the family
Zone, the family
Milan is the family
Turin is the family (eh, eh)

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