From the palace to the global charts
I filled a school backpack
Three million without a diploma (Santana Gang, Gang)
Three million, not even a purple piece
Checking every corner in the area
How many rats hide their tail (let's go, let's go)

Cut merchandise, bitch with the eastern cut
I'm not wrong, I know when a king has a traitor (let's go)
I take a wide angle to the headquarters
I keep the ski, there are too many cameras (Uah-uah)
Dirty money like green insects, I swear
Because both come from the streets (Milan)
Obsessed saleswomen, I fuck your whores (Milan)
Whoever disses me has a career to throw away
Blunt lit, I shed light in the abyss
Supreme with fur as if I were wearing a grizzly
Only gasoline, I never pull up with hybrids (skrrt)
Rest assured that I always have a glizzy (pss-pss-pss-pss)
You want to be clever, but the truth has its limits
And sooner or later you fall down with your idols
I stopped the worst, yes, for similar occasions
Look, even artists die in war, yeah

From the palace to the global charts
I filled Rimowa suitcases
With my flow you feel it booming (Santana Gang, Gang)
With my flow that puts you in the grave
Not even your shadow remains
It's Santana, we're the new wave (let's go, let's go)

I am a product of this environment
In fact, bro, I'm gray and suspicious
I have many enemies, evil is convenient
Certainly it's easier than doing good
One has slandered me, ten have betrayed me
A hundred have spoken, a thousand have heard
Down here in Milan everyone gossips
Instead of chilling and minding their own business
Big Ben, I'm still on the street
With the same hunger, bro the same face (let's go)
But with diamonds and a Gucci scarf
Look, I'm wet much more than water (let's go, let's go)
You find us on the cross without helmet and plate (skrt, skrt)
In blurry photos, we're always on guard (bu-bu)
I in my city on a white Phantom (bu-bu, Milan)
While in your block it's a ghost town, oh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah

From the palace to the global charts
I spit out the venom of a cobra
Here for revenge, banknotes and glory (Santana Gang, Gang)
Ask around who's on top now
Only facts, no words
I left all the others in line (let's go, let's go)

This is Milan Westside shit, Santana Gang
Westside Milan, bu-bu (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
This shit is not for the weak
I hit you
Bu-bu-bu

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