They are the eyes of the block that don't see you
You don't talk too much, because you're not like me
They are the eyes of the block that see everything
More than the cops
I realized that at some point I lost my way

They are the eyes of the block that don't see you
You don't talk too much, because you're not like me
They are the eyes of the block that see everything
More than the cops
I realized that at some point I lost my way

I realized (I realized)
That sooner or later I break through
All the beatings, all the times
That I don't forget (that I don't forget)
The handcuffs on my wrist (the handcuffs on my wrist)
But everything is fine (but everything's fine)
When it was the opposite (when it was the opposite)
I always hid it (ra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
They say they know everything but then they know nothing about me
Shit has its right taste
The customer is in line for me
I make a summary for those who fill their mouths with "if"
It seems absurd but the smartest only thinks for himself

And you think, bro, for yourself
That I think, bro, for myself
And I think, bro, of my brother
Complete Gucci in jail
I got a call directly from the commissioner
"Bring back the Moncler"
I replied

They are the eyes of the block that don't see you
You don't talk too much, because you're not like me
They are the eyes of the block that see everything
More than the cops
I realized that at some point I lost my way

I didn't enter the club, the bodyguard knew me
You already know I enter with Africa, shqipe enters with the revolver
I didn't enter the club, the bodyguard knew me
You already know I enter with Africa, shqipe enters with the revolver
This, bro, is a robbery, give me the money and the little necklace
You were thinking about girls, bro, I was thinking about the little necklace
Whether to take it to a pawn shop or wear it and show off
I saw that I'm not like them
I sold it, I filled the fridge
I filled mom's fridge
I filled the closet, bro
All the hoodies stolen from where you entered, it was free
Because I had nothing
Until I heard the moolah and rap
Rather than dealing
Bro, play soccer or do like me
A guy from the block
Just look at him, what he wears
From his fake outfit
From the thefts and the run that bro does every day
To live in this world
That gave him nothing
The state abandoned him
(If you wonder why)

They are the eyes of the block that don't see you
You don't talk too much, because you're not like me
They are the eyes of the block that see everything
More than the cops
I realized that at some point I lost my way

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