Ya-ya-yaya on the track
Thi-thi-this is Freakey (this is Freakey, this is Freakey)

All original except the line, I look at the sky when I get high (little jerk)
I have the time and discipline, in my heart, I have too many things that hurt me
The flow is a terrible child, the kilo makes them peaceful
The absenteeism rate that makes her sad and I'll find the right tools to cool down
I'm not going to target the 13, 17, it's the S19, bastard, you know me, I make your girl distracted
You're just showing off, we don't talk on IG, we hide fires not far away
We do the security ourselves, the parents in a mess, it makes you think
I'm alone, me and the submerged part, brother, I've bandaged my knuckles and cheekbones
I was sensitized to be honest
People who show nothing and help you even if they're in trouble
We're not going to change for a palette or a Mintch and we've seen people's values in misfortunes

Not great, I take the A50, the city is too small for us to never cross paths
And I'll continue even if I don't sell a single record
I wouldn't have made the same choices if I didn't know what I was worth

Marginal, oh, the life of Massimo
We pass by motorcycle, De Niro in Casino
Car, big, oh, we enter your hall
Blow, some mo', wow, minimum at the summit
Marginal, oh, the life of Massimo (oh-oh-oh-oh)
We pass by motorcycle, De Niro in Casino (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Car, big, oh, we enter your hall (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Blow, some mo', wow, minimum at the summit (eh, eh)

Dad will never disown me I'm neither cop, nor non-binary, beneficial are our prayers
Problems and some gold singles
I enter Rolex like Federer, I leave with a Wimbledon (wow)
If I look like a fool, it's because I am one
Open shirt I cross the coast like a Surin
That we watch mamaw, in my neighborhood, there are no NFTs, there is Ketama
The guitar, the metal, the Nissan, the C4 Picasso, the arrival, the drug dealing, the detail
The vegetable smoke, the hugs of Judas
I don't smoke because I'm smarter than the devil
I came to tickle your buttocks, it's the Pichichi and the S (mathafack)
I, I don't sleep anymore, I dream far from the ordinary, I need less gold, more air
Stuck in my ivory tower, the bills remind me that I'm fine
Their looks remind me that I'm black
The neighborhood wonders if I'm not a bo'-bo', the robots ask me if I'm not a robot

Hyperbole and parable, here, it's the bulletproof vest against the parabellum
I'm not going to leave like that, sad artist, I have the fireworks like Sat

Marginal, oh, the life of Massimo
We pass by motorcycle, De Niro in Casino
Car, big, oh, we enter your hall
Blow, some mo', wow, minimum at the summit
Marginal, oh, the life of Massimo (oh-oh-oh-oh)
We pass by motorcycle, De Niro in Casino (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Car, big, oh, we enter your hall (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Blow, some mo', wow, minimum at the summit (eh, eh)

No pretense, no these-vi, only unleaded, no E10
No pretense, no these-vi, only unleaded, no E10 (oh-oh)
Logical (ah-ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-oh)
Oh-oh-oh

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