She is far from the time when I was hiding the kilos Then long in the back doors of the Clio 2 You have to scratch it in Balay Labo There are good hits who want it No hole like an expert, I count The aggressor will end up in the bone, that's the real combo Nobody talks about real graves They think they can, they're real assholes Number one that they claim In winter I collect pollen, I fall in spring I've known Big Rav a lot of time And others who did the show but complained Not happy if it's platinum In the worst case, I'll go pick up the most plastered Humid floor, wheels skidding It's your friend who ends up on the ground To have everything, you have to be ready to lose everything These fake thugs didn't stoop My dreams turn like doobies We never change in front of the groupies To have everything, you have to be ready to lose everything These fake thugs didn't stoop My dreams turn like doobies We never change in front of the groupies I'm getting away from the loss I dream that one day my blues will heal New technology, new factories, new watchmakers I'm getting away from the loss I dream that one day my blues will heal New technology, new factories, new watchmakers I made a lot for my mother, for Alida Morocco, Morocco, Morocco, shit, what to see It's not the real street, you don't know the capital It's not the real street, you don't know the criminals Number one, I don't speak Italian well I found a beer in the middle of the highlands Twelve years, a planet, thirteen years, a kilometer Fifteen years, you're older, they sell it to your father No sireno, jawa, tarbe da casa, pedaua Srag e tama, momo che impena, niamaha Calibro 9 da Taha, click-clack, bag I ask not only for BB Gang I don't know if you understood me, understand Five black guys above the range E si ballala, ballala, o tu li spara e li spara Porto pareietti, li impara come 50 Like 50, no lifting Fucking rapper, I'm king king I like dindis more than I love risks You're dissing me I know how many hairs in your chick's pussy How many tattoos, how many piercings Don't get mad, we'll make you a bling bling Don't get mad, we'll make you a ding ding I get away from the loss I dream that one day my wounds will heal New morphology, new factory, new lingerie Too much loss I dream that one day my wounds will heal New morphology, new factory, new lingerie New morphology, new factory, new lingerie