Lyrics of Zara - Emis Killa

Zara (original)

Sui social questi scemi fanno a gara
A chi c’ha addosso la roba più cara
Ripenso a me che stavo sempre in strada
Che ero uno zarro e mi vestivo Zara
Prima di fare l’artista, prima di vendere i dischi
Fra', stavo in strada sperando in un tour
Mentre il mio fra' scavallava i turisti
Tu non esisti, vesti vistoso con tutti quei brand
Non sei stiloso, sei cheap
Io vesto fashion però ho l’attitudine street
In tuta alla fashion week, ah
Prima degli euro non parlavo di oro
Fra', non ho mai fatto di più
Ma oggi penso alla collana che è vera
Come la parola del mio fra' PV
Mando a fanculo 'sti bimbi coi bling finti
Parlano di ice e vestiti
Fanno i versi, io li investirei
Come Vercetti in Vice City
Sui social questi scemi fanno a gara
A chi c’ha addosso la roba più cara
Ripenso a me che stavo sempre in strada
Che ero uno zarro e mi vestivo Zara
Sui social questi scemi fanno a gara
A chi c’ha addosso la roba più cara
Ripenso a me che stavo sempre in strada
Che ero uno zarro e mi vestivo Zara
Questi non sanno che sbatti facevo
Alle medie già avevo
Occhi da furto, poi spaccio, bilancia da peso
Da Zara già lusso, mica ci andavo se poi non vendevo
Scappa dalla gente, son fatti davvero
Parla di meno, parlano i fatti
Pacchi e contatti, cresciuti balordi tra piazza e palazzi
Passano anni da quando rubavo le scarpe ai negozi
Ancora a gridarmi: «Sta' fermo che chiamo i rinforzi»
Manco la barba, manette sui polsi
Andare a scuola per fare dei soldi
Occupazioni, autogestioni
Chiloum, bong e ti ricordi?
Sono sommerso, carta e processi fra'
Resto nel vero, sto con i grossi al fianco di Emis
Cresciuto coi bro, degni del nome

(translation)

On social media these fools compete
Who has the most expensive stuff on
I think back to myself who was always on the street
That I was a zarro and I dressed Zara
Before becoming an artist, before selling the records
Between ', I was on the street hoping for a tour
While my brother overtook the tourists
You do not exist, you dress flashy with all those brands
You are not stylish, you are cheap
I wear fashion but I have a street attitude
In fashion week suit, ah
Before the euro, I was not talking about gold
Between ', I've never done more
But today I think of the necklace which is true
As the word of my brother PV
I send to fuck these children with fake bling
They talk about ice and clothes
They make the verses, I would invest them
Like Vercetti in Vice City
On social media these fools compete
Who has the most expensive stuff on
I think back to myself who was always on the street
That I was a zarro and I dressed Zara
On social media these fools compete
Who has the most expensive stuff on
I think back to myself who was always on the street
That I was a zarro and I dressed Zara
They don't know what bang I was doing
In middle school I already had
Theft eyes, then shop, weight scales
From Zara already luxury, I didn't go there if I didn't sell
Run away from people, they are really made
Talk less, the facts talk
Packages and contacts, grown fools between the square and the buildings
Years have passed since I stole shoes from stores
Still yelling at me: "Don't worry, I'll call reinforcements"
I miss a beard, handcuffs on my wrists
Go to school to make money
Occupations, self-management
Chiloum, bong and do you remember?
I am submerged, paper and processes between '
I'm staying true, I'm with the big guys next to Emis
Raised with the bro, worthy of the name