Trobi on the beat

It comes to me
Friend, I'm like you

I am Maghrabi, but raised in Italy
Friend, I'm like you
Work, money from Spain to Italy
It comes to me

Mom, I swear, Milan, Milan is tough
Friend, I'm like you
I come from where people eat you
If you're not a brother like me

I am Maghrabi, but raised in Italy
Friend, I'm like you
Work, money from Spain to Italy
It comes to me

Mom, I swear, Milan, Milan is tough
Friend, I'm like you
I come from where people eat you
If you're not a brother like me

I am Maghrabi, but raised in Italy
Friend, I'm like you
Work, money from Spain to Italy
It comes to me

Mom, I swear, Milan, Milan is tough
Friend, I'm like you
I come from where people eat you
If you're not a brother like me

I am Maghrabi, but raised in Italy
And I'm not like you
If rappers put on a balaclava, they go around with a cagoule
At twelve years old I was going around with a balaclava and a probable weapon
Dirtier than my shirt is dirty
And your blood, so fragile

I am Maghrabi, but raised in Italy
Friend, I'm like you
Work, money from Spain to Italy
It comes to me

Mom, I swear, Milan, Milan is tough
Friend, I'm like you
I come from where people eat you
If you're not a brother like me

The money and fame don't change me
I already have a full dossier
If not today or tomorrow I end up in jail, so I do my things
I go out, they shout at me, "Oh Baby Ganga, do you remember those things?
That you did as a child together with Bangla"

I remember
Poropopo, I was a little crazy
Mom of a friend with Abdoul down there
I don't touch her, the photo bothers me
Don't talk too much, I'll shoot you

Clean, cheers to your death
Son of a bitch, your daughter
I look for you all night
Son of a bitch, your daughter
Raised with bread and beatings (beatings)

I am Maghrabi, but raised in Italy
Friend, I'm like you
Work, money from Spain to Italy
It comes to me

Mom, I swear, Milan, Milan is tough
Friend, I'm like you
I come from where people eat you
If you're not a brother like me

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