Young 3P in your city with guns in the van
I rap, I give it to the fans, I’m the silence
Jaw dance, drug puts you in a trance, a bug in the system
I’m the crack, from the streets to the clubs (Young 3P)
Young 3P, straight from T-A, Massafghanistan
I do a cult, iron makes you smack, I don’t do diss tracks
I do the business plan, I’m hard as fuck, femme fatale drug
Coca rap, I become a star (Young 3P)
I’m fat like Peter Griffin, my bitch is Lois
We opened packages with money as Your Business
I post torture videos, I write “I love us too much”
Postmortem Experiences, Enter The Void
My shit is cult, my hard core is papaboys
It’s not trap, it’s the desire to have sex like Sigmund Freud
Ten K a month, I push like a Boeing
I shoot like an AUG, I drain the Tamoils
In Puglia there is the same murder rate as Hanoi, it’s not like yours
Hip hop killer: I run over writers, I knock down b-boys
Real profiteering, we are vultures
I have made great strides, from caves to tabloids
I’m in the bathroom with Achille Lauro feeding Rolls-Royce
At the bar counter with Ginko downing a Laphroaig
T-A cadence, Detroit attitude
Do you want to fuck with me? You make a big deal out of your own business
Young 3P in your city with guns in the van
I rap, I give it to the fans, I’m the silence
Jaw dance, drug puts you in a trance, a bug in the system
I’m the crack, from the streets to the clubs (Young 3P)
Young 3P, straight from T-A, Massafghanistan
I do a cult, iron makes you smack, I don’t do diss tracks
I do the business plan, I’m hard as fuck, femme fatale drug
Coca rap, I become a star (Young 3P)
I scored, I’m drinking grog, I’m seeing in the log
Dylan Dog, I don’t read Vogue
I want to get a Porsche, a sports car
I trap like Keef, I write like Mogol
Didi and Gogo, Waiting for Godot
Shall we go? Let’s go
Incomprehensible text, I don’t go on TikTok
I’m with Ginko, we look like Johnny Knoxville and Steve-O
I know your spot, nik ommok, ‘mmocc’a fatete
I bring the commercial even if they want the top
I’ll also bring the salesman if you want to smoke a bong
I drink like a sick person, my face is a QR code
Wide trousers, I never respect the dress code
I talk like I eat and I haven’t eaten in a while
If you touch me, you lose everything, the red button, the eight ball
Only with the MD do I feel in love
I don’t put myself in your shoes because I would like to be cropped
It’s not my year, it’s my Belle Époque
Age of gold
Young 3P in your city with guns in the van
I rap, I give it to the fans, I’m the silence
Jaw dance, drug puts you in a trance, a bug in the system
I’m the crack, from the streets to the clubs (Young 3P)
Young 3P, straight from T-A, Massafghanistan
I do a cult, iron makes you smack, I don’t do diss tracks
I do the business plan, I’m hard as fuck, femme fatale drug
Coca rap, I become a star (Young 3P)
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