Ci nasci, ci muori

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Everything changes, I remain firm in these lean times.

I do just like all the salaries in Italy. This society of poor people, of servants, of guinea pigs.

There are those who have bread and those who have teeth in their mouths full of artificial cavities from intelligence, inseminations. But a tool is a tool, what matters is the action.

Get out of poverty in five generations.

The statistic I said I will be the exception.

I rap as if I have a machine gun in my mouth, they don't fuck, it's a movie in my head, now that I double the amount, I'll stipulate the contract.

No company invests in culture, no state or party, no father, no one, it's absurd.

A boy kicks, sweats a lot, maybe deals, spits blood until he reaches a bank, finally cries in a Lambo, wow.

Men on the corner are crying, I look at the faces, every stupid man waving his arms, every number that breaks and shreds of wasted opportunities.

The sun is out, no, fruity stocks rise like fucked up emotions.

Yes, everyone has a role, I don't support, I come to do mine. This scene I don't come to be a guy, I come to be God.

Born from nothing, already under master, I was looking for freedom.

There are-there are those who are born in a gilded cage, die there, born there, die there. Eh, eh.

I looked deeper and deeper into things, I was looking for the truth.

But there are those who are born in a cage, die there, born there, die there, born there, die there.

Oh, look how I'm doing.

'These drugs don't do me anything at all, they don't do me any good at all.

Oh, look where I stand.

Here where the law is to hang, in this cage you are born there, you die there, you are born there, you die there. I see rappers turning gray with fake friends around them. What the fuck are you saying in the lyrics?

It seems like a promo for anxiolytics and politicians in Italy.

Make the sign of the cross and live in Italy. We're tight with the fitting, do you expect me to hang myself?

I don't know what a society is if it doesn't have rights.

I don't know what you respect, apart from money and apart from dindi. It is not a country for old people, but for very rich old people.

I stay at home doing drugs until I move.

Sometimes I catch fire, I'm no good. Relationship I have with each other, just a role play.

I notice that I get tired and I take drugs again.

Too many flows, one album a year, all platinum at once. I hear great songwriting, then I add hip hop to it.

I enter the mainstream in my own way or it may even go gangrenous. My success does not depend on singing at

Sanremo, eh. Born from nothing, already under master, I was looking for freedom.

There are-there are those who are born in a gilded cage, die there, born there, die there. Eh, eh.

I looked deeper and deeper into things, I was looking for the truth.

But there are those who are born in a cage, die there, born there, die there, born there, die there. Oh, look how I'm doing.

'These drugs don't do me anything at all, they don't do me any good at all.

Oh, look where I stand.

Here where the law is to hang, in this cage you are born there, you die there, you are born there, you die there