| I lent you my city
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| And then I got it back
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| Why miss a thing
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| It hurts more than never having had it
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| Thank God I never did a day in jail
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| I kill a beat and I have twenty years of career
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| If it's hot, she only wears a garter
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| If it's cold, my fur is black sheep, ah
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| As famous as they are, an awkward opponent
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| I sniffed the line between love and hate
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| You know stealing my job won't give you my job
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| I will still win even though I have all eyes on me
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| Luchè king of Naples pays her court
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| Luchè king of Naples gives you death
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| Bunches of money like piano keys
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| I need a whole house I call it a safe, yah
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| I arrive at the club without notice and they give me your table
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| I skip the line as I jump over the obstacle
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| Even if you love this stuff, you are an amateur
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| Even if you have been successful you are not my successor, between
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| As soon as I wake up I put gold teeth in my mouth
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| Hence the proverb morning has gold in its mouth
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| I change flow each piece, each finger has its own ring
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| Jacuzzi in front of the bed, nobody is on my level
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| Being humble now no longer makes sense
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| You insinuate that you are stronger, I invite you to do better
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| I still hide the knife inside my hat
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| Because if I see you I think of all the money I have lost
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| You want me in your club, leave a deposit
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| If I like something I don't ask for a discount
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| I'm not afraid of your gang gang, mine is an affront
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| But if death calls, I answer "ready"
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| I used to want money, now I want power
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| I used to want money, now I want power
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| I used to want money, now I want power
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| Mo I want the power, the power
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| Hi-Fi to pump my new piece
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| Yamamay for pumping my new piece
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| Wi-Fi to increase the gossip
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| Porn with me and her is priceless
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| They write to her in private, which is something I don't appreciate
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| But she wants to live with a successful rapper
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| A flight to Barbados, Ferragamo bags
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| I was thinking about the million when she said "I love you," yah
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| Sorry but we're in a hurry
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| That I have a short life and you have a narrow life
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| Body language says "I don't want to talk to you"
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| Bitch, don't kiss me, I just wanna fuck you, yah
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| I'm American like Mike (Bongiorno)
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| And I don't pretend to be gay for likes
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| Yes, I killed them all by hitting them against their feet
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| Now put your teeth on this sidewalk
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| Your plastic body thrown down into the Tiber
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| I'll use your skull as an ashtray, yah
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| If you hit me, you'd be dead already
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| Because I have money, drugs and violence in my DNA (DNA)
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| You don't fuck with the team (with the team)
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| I'm not like the ones in line for Supreme (for Supreme)
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| I'm from the ghetto, the one on the news
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| We know who killed who, professional secrecy
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| You want me in your club, leave a deposit
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| If I like something I don't ask for a discount
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| I'm not afraid of your gang gang, mine is an affront
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| But if death calls, I answer "ready"
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| I used to want money, now I want power
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| I used to want money, now I want power
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| I used to want money, now I want power
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| Mo I want the power, the power
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| Part 2: The Overtaking
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| Yeah, ah
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| Okay
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| Ah, I wanted money before
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| Mo I want the power, between
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| I want the power, yes
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| If you don't respect me, fuck you all your life
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| I sent you home without your severance pay
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| They tattoo my face, bro, and I'm not dead yet
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| If you don't answer now, I'll answer the following evening
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| They say "You have improved" not to say "You are the best"
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| We throw the cachet from the stage, a couple of photos and run away
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| We drink on the stand because we dance on the table
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| Then we buy two Rolexes, we forget the box
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| I'm a missed killer who wouldn't have missed you
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| It's a cold war here in the south
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| I drop my thumb and here you don't play anymore (never again)
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| Your line no longer sells
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| Like no one down here will buy a Timberland Boots
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| Not even a compliment when I won the award
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| As if since I had won it, it was worth less
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| You cannot ignore me, nor pretend nothing has happened
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| A jury did not vote for me, people voted for me, bro
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| And rap is not football, the more I grow the better I do it
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| Three thousand on the arm, before I warned, now I threaten
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| I saw people sign the contract before the eyes |
| I said to myself "mine will come" but it never came
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| As if it were not necessary, no one is interested
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| It is useless to sign it, so much has already given to hers
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| One of them suddenly walked away
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| And what else did he do? |
| He exploited us and ran away
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| And fuck the underground that has never supported me
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| And fuck these radios, they never passed me
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| 2012, so many meetings, no one saw the vision and make me
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| "Why do you write pieces of love?"
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| If you were in Naples you would know that we are passion
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| And that clementines have their season, between
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| Six years later I'm the Vasco Rossi of hip-hop
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| Women cry and get naked at my shows
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| More kisses, more arrogance, more money and a new home
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| Candles along the path, dinner in the hands of the cook
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| A swimming pool in the garden, a weapon under your pillow
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| Between ', I have the woman of my dreams who wakes me up in the morning
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| Between ', gold around my teeth
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| Between ', gold around my wrist
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| Between ', I have an account in every place in the world
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| Between ', I don't shoot but I pay for that
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| I have a lawyer, bro, and I pay him for that
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| Rest assured I will never pay for that
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| A dead man does not speak, but here explains who is in charge
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| And that anything can happen to you if you question wrong
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| I have sun on me and a beat in the background
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| In the pool I think about what to write on the bottom
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| And to come back like a boomerang
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| While they sing victory but I know it won't last, it won't last
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| Power, held tight in my hands
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| Power, held tight in my hands |