I'm looking at the moon, I'm looking at my watch
I see that time passes quickly, we want the dough
If you take the coke, I hope you ruin your nose
Indeed, I'm not one of those respectable guys
Don't talk on the frequency, brother
But you can end up in a trunk
If I put the MDMA in this glass
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a footballer, Ronaldo's career

I'm not talking about the sixteen but the big one, it goes through your bullet-proof
I let go with the chazdés, you look for them, you find them
Gio' wants to empty the cash register, must represent the hood
Hamza tells me, "kill them all"
They didn't do what we did
Acting crazy, we know who they are
Too many fake guns in their clips
I had a big head, the newborns
I caused problems everywhere
Finished the thirty-one by sharp
Fade with the blade, the bald head like Barthez (Evi)
Detail the ten grams by twelve, details of a liter at twelve

Life is hard like eating in the head
Or doing eight full times
I prefer my son to the cop
Than seeing my daughter in doggy style in an orgy
No one when you end up on the ground
Too many suck-ups when you have a lot of dough

There are things that are said and others that must be done (must be done)
There are real and fake brothers (fake brothers)
Big family, in June, big vendettas ('dettas)
There are big traffickers like 'Ndrangheta ('gheta)
There are things that are said and others that must be done (must be done)
There are real and fake brothers (fake brothers)
Big family, in June, big vendettas ('dettas)
There are big traffickers like 'Ndrangheta ('gheta)

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