Here comes the pain
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, ah
I know ten attacking midfielders but not a single full back
Sluts suck dick for twenty
I’ve seen more snow than the Kremlin, I’m not a nice guy
At six in the morning with the eyes of someone who is punished (Yeah)
I don’t have a gram in my bag, I’m in Alberto’s house
My pregnant brother is not in the delivery room
I’m in a Bentley, I look like Lapo Elkann
There is no Parmesan inside the foil
Yo, plastic bottles with foil caps
I rapped in crack houses before it was cool
A real drug clocker becomes an acrobat
Melted little girls collapse like Mia Wallace
I’m always going back and forth from home down to the Chinese bar
The owner does not speak, hear or see well
I don’t have money problems, I have problems keeping it in my pocket
I only fucked in school, I never learned shit
You’ve hit rock bottom, but it’s just the beginning
A thousand Christians have that habit
I don’t want to end up on the precipice at zero
God doesn’t come here, but thank God I know a guy
With service a profitable business
Mauro cuts it, Maurizio bags it
Who passes it to Ciccio, sells it to Fabrizio
And that scoundrel will all sing if judgment comes
I only fuck her in the mouth, I don’t have a condom
I was born prejudiced, just took a digestive
Even these dickheads snort asbestos here
And five out of ten are also mothers
Alcohol like an Irishman, cutlets like a Milanese
The spreads start for three and a half cards
I have a friend who snorts the income and also the expenses
I have a contact in the Bari area, I took things that didn’t drop
Jesus Christ hangs above my necklace
I eat a piece of bread, drink five gin and tonics
We bring it to your home like a piece of pizza
I have the rainbow in my pocket (Yeah, yeah): one on the right and one on the left
Cocaine gives you a Superman punch, Von Dutch’s trucker hat
Dior Sauvage perfume, they give the dots in T-MAX
I see triple, two intramuscular of Contramal
Stilnox gives me a cuddle while I fuck a junkie
You’ve hit rock bottom, but it’s just the beginning
A thousand Christians have that habit
I don’t want to end up on the precipice at zero
Here comes no God, but thank God I know a dude (Yes, bitch)
With service a profitable trade (Ah, ah)
Mauro cuts it, Maurizio bags it
Who passes it to Ciccio (Eoh), sells it to Fabrizio (Mic check)
And that scoundrel will all sing if judgment comes
It’s your boy, Narc Noyz, you already know (Check) (Ah)
Whateva man, gang bang, I open the show (Tu-tu-tu)
‘This gangsta rap lives in me, I’m overloaded (Ah)
With this shit, my blood, you’re going to overdose
In this best out game, call me “The GOAT”
You don’t fuck, I melt your chains, I make ingots
Deadly Venom, rattlesnake, liquid, Toradol
DOC sound, blister, docs, new Bono Vox (Uh-uh)
Shot of vodka plus beers over pain killers (Dry)
They tear the smile from your pupils
Children play with balls like marbles at the seaside
I would like to see my G with two villas by the sea
New irons on the wrists, Piazza Affari, Wall Street
Service served on silverware
Old monsters, new assholes, ‘na Tennent’s in two sips
They empty the whole house on you
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