Not even four years old and I took to the streets
At age of twelve with the cigarette
Sciacato go on, this are your dues
Mom give me the strength and I’ll fill your pockets
Let’s not talk about school, I dropped 3 years
I used to write school essays that give you chills
Let’s not talk about friends, I only have mates
And if you skip school you are just muds
Two-meter plants planted in the valleys
Now I’ve started making money out of horses
I make a team with the craziest shins
Givе me the shirt with the numbеr 9
I went in that I was bad and came out a champion
There are those who resent it and begin to bad-mouth
Because in just three months I have already started to earn
I did things without using my head
A fugitive standing in the crowd
When you lie down close the bolt
You wake up at home and see this psycho
It looks like a living room and instead it is a police barrack
They look honest but they are pieces of sh*t
Listen to your brother, try to escape
Run as fast as you can, and don’t ever stop
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