People often hate me, criticize me
But fundamentally I think they haven't understood my, my way of life
They think I show off what I have, I show off my achievements
Because I want to look cool, but actually
I just hope to motivate all those kids who like me never had anything
And who by struggling know they can achieve something

You think it's easy for people like me
Here there are no more tears left
Now that everyone has my name in their mouth
You shout at me, "Go away"
This success will break my heart
It will make it fragile (Money Gang), fragile

Children on the street, eh, they want everything
They take everything, they have nothing, eh
Empty heads, empty pockets, out of the house, eh
They dream of spotlight
They only reflect for two seconds
They talk little with their parents and
Everything goes wrong, eh
I laugh with others, I cry alone
You want me dead, eh
You want my place, you want my wrist
You want my account, eh
I still speak the language of the blocks
It's not me who speaks, it's my eyes
Even if on the radio I have pop pieces
Someone loves me, someone hates me
You get in line (brr)
I smoke until I have no more saliva (brr)
Ass on a six thousand, gasoline
I still remember my previous life
Those buildings, the smells, the faces
From the drug dealing squares to the squares
But they put children in my arms

You think it's easy for people like me
Here there are no more tears left
Now that everyone has my name in their mouth
You shout at me, "Go away"
This success will break my heart
It will make it fragile, fragile

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