Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never want to betray a brother of mine, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm outside high school smoking with the cold, oh
On a beetle
How cold it is, for success
What happens to him, so much happens
Guns go "ch, ah ah" outside of high school
For these euros, how many problems
No trophy, serious cash cash
I say in the meantime "fuck those people"
Words go "ch, ah ah", bang, bang (ch, ah ah)
Eh, I never want to betray a brother (for who?)

In one hand a help, in the other a knife
Because of the wheat, cash caramel (caramel)
Nothing more bitter-sweet than that
I want to make more bling, but to make more bling
My cell goes more "ring"
Just bring the G's, to that guy there
I want the bros on TV, not on the news
No more on the news, mom I swear we will change
When you have too many friends you realize that not even one is real
Because here the police know that none of us talk to them
It's my fucking life-, give the life- to not change it

Out there from high school I smoke with the cold, oh
On a beetle
How cold it is, for success
What happens to him, so much happens
Guns go "ch, ah ah" outside of high school
For these euros, how many problems
No trophy, serious cash cash
I say in the meantime "fuck those people"
Words go "ch, ah ah" (ch, ah ah)

A year ago I was without a house to stay with Adam
Without a studio, a girl, a car
The smile on my face, a designer jacket
Never had cash, that I didn't solve
You say you're a bro, but I don't know you
Who wants too much, who full of chlorine
Bro, like those who blabber or those who believe in hate
This is my job, I run on machines
I don't forget the traps
Everyone who knows and asks "but who is he?"
Before no one who said "thank you"
Fuck, fuck this door to knock, fuck
Often I pretend not to be there
Fuck the shit inside your CDs
It's not as real as your scars
Bang bang, my name on the street
Bang bang, my feet on the ground
Mom doesn't know about every business of mine
And what I did to get away

I was with Ema and I was without walls
Only four joints and sweatshirts to exchange
Now princes, M.I. Behind
Bro, this crown how heavy it is
Eh, ah, oh

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