This is slime, slime
TY1, Kid Yugi

This is India slime, I'm alive by a miracle
I have a statue of Buddha watching me from above

I smoke from Marrakech, weed from Los Angeles
I move in zigzags because I'm avoiding jail
I have latex gloves, an Avirex suit
I pay little for the horse to keep the price stable
Smoke from Taranto, weed from Bitonto
Cigarettes from Monopoli, my triangle
I'm only twenty-one, I'm alive by a miracle
I have something to snort and something to smoke
Hash from Ketama, weed from Spain
White in Guadalajara, opium sprouts in neo-Massafra
I loaded Xanax in Bari under the house
Mushrooms from Holland, guns from Yugoslavia
Butterfly knife, that's just for show
At home there's a tri-dagger, it's illegal even in war
Albanian grappa, English whiskey, Belgian beer
Massafghanistan, I have things underground
In Milan for business, in Taranto for deals
I have a talent for business, I'm really good at it
I aim for gasoline, I carry it like a Ferrari
Around with the mussel men, white shark of the two seas

Yo, I'm in the south with the bosses like an affiliate
In the north with thirty Arabs, it looks like a caliphate
Head in the slime, I'm alive by a miracle
I have a statue of Buddha watching me from above
A contact in Foggia, another contact abroad
I was small but I created my network
Load, unload, trading port
I have a rotten brother, a more serious brother

Yo, everything made in Calcutta, white marble monuments
Your whore has an ass, deflated balloon
Cigarettes from Monopoli, I don't pay the monopoly
My brother doesn't have Instagram, he's producing southern oil
I'm pushing, I'm watching you from above, attached to a crane
I see Milan shining, magpie spinning, sharp pieces of beer
Feels like being in Syria, at every corner it growls
A bottle junkie clings too much
Watch out, here you only breathe opium
Tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye
I do nothing for nothing, so I sharpen your leather belt
Baby, I'm with my blacks, fake hoodies
Yesterday I had less money than today
Fetish for this money, look at my eyes
Fish in my fisherman's net
I want wet ground under my new shoes
Farmhouse with a tractor, I'm Flavio Briatore
Eight kids like me, the first is an entrepreneur
The last one should make money only as God wants

Yo, I'm in the south with the bosses like an affiliate
In the north with thirty Arabs, it looks like a caliphate
Head in the slime, I'm alive by a miracle
I have a statue of Buddha watching me from above
A contact in Foggia, another contact abroad
I was small but I created my network
Load, unload, trading port
I have a rotten brother, a more serious brother

My sh, sh, sh

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