| For what I have
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| My brothers still sell the smoke (where?)
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| Under that porch
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| And I have never been deluded, attracted by luxury, sometimes confused
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| Detach the gold from the neck and they will not track it after it is melted
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| And we don't run away from here, mom would like to see me on TV but not on the news
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| You don't understand, I'm talking about stories of g, inside the Nike Tisci
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| 15-storey buildings, 15 in 15 square meters
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| For this stuff they cut, they cut stuff for others, they bring cuts on the arms
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| And all my bro, they look at you badly, they streak your Porsche
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| They dream of slopes in Courmayeur (but, but)
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| But they pull up north turns
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| And tell me what the fuck are you looking at, come on I'll turn you off a little
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| I have everything you need in my Burlon sweatshirt
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| As a child I had Milka on sliced bread (squad)
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| Now Milka is the logo above the panette (bu, bu)
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| As kids we used to play cops and robbers while (gang)
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| Now from the guards we really run away (gang, gang)
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| And they know nothing about me (they know nothing)
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| No, they know nothing about me (they know nothing)
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| They know nothing about me (they know nothing)
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| No, no, they know nothing about me (no, no, no, no)
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| As a child, I went without hands on my bike
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| When I grow up in life I go without plans (gang)
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| The more I grow up, the more trouble grows
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| But in the new Bugatti I never wake up (no, no, no, no)
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| Kamikaze rhymes your head explodes (bu, bu)
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| Like when the chaff comes in and interrupts the party
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| My brothers dream of coolness, a more beautiful life (but, but)
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| Not to end up in a cool cell
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| No, shut up and fly like a child
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| Seen nothing, heard nothing, at that time I was not around (* pss pss-pss *)
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| No, better if you go for a ride
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| Better go fuck yourself, you don't even know how I live (aah)
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| But these here speak of me (speak of me)
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| Yes, these here speak of me (speak of me)
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| But they don't know that (they don't know that)
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| No, no, they don't, they don't know that
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| As a child I had Milka on sliced bread (squad)
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| Now Milka is the logo above the panette (bu, bu)
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| As kids we used to play cops and robbers while (gang)
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| Now from the guards we really run away (gang, gang)
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| As a child I had Milka over sliced bread
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| Now Milka is the logo above the panette (bu, bu)
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| As kids we used to play cops and robbers while (gang)
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| Now from the guards we really run away (gang, gang)
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| And they know nothing about me (they know nothing)
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| No, they know nothing about me (they know nothing)
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| They know nothing about me (they know nothing)
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| No, no, they don't know anything about me |