This beat is like a kick from Jean-Claude
I've got a goal as strong as black coffee
I run more than necessary, you on the other hand have a brake in your shoes
Holy See, family business, devil and clergy
She ruins the atmosphere like gases in the sky
Top fight, we're like a start-up of five sharks
Bro, excellent like Mr. Burns
You drink dirty drinks, drip in the bars
In the mouth of the sharks, big shark, you lot on Disney Plus
Guards on the wall, bro, street art by Banksy
I'm selling bullshit to the rest of you, giant sleep trip packs
A nose for business, a line of rocks
But with us there's no contest, bro, Sacchi's Milan
If you think you're another future entrepreneur
Everybody forgets you, like Beppe Sapio
I fly in a convertible, she wants to have breakfast
She grabs this brioche and sprays Dior perfume
It takes heart like Julian Ross
Blade-like, forked tongue while spitting gloss
Me and Rois like the Lucha Bros
The Bermuda Triangle, Casemiro, Luka and Kross
It takes heart like Julian Ross
Here your cash isn't enough, and he refuses card payment
Rois and Less like the Lucha Bros
Twin Peaks like David Lynch plus Mark Frost
If Milan forged me into a goodfella, I was a good kid before
A brother of mine lost his mind doing hood shit
Looks like Pusha T, pusha P, he empties a full clip
Holy war like a mujahideen, zero bullshit
Cold like Kobe's plays, no Coldplay
Nothing is safe, everything comes out of the North Face bomber
With the Dogo in play since the first days
Now I've got Don Joe beats in my voice mails
Don't call yourself a rapper if you lip-sync live
Or you shoot a video, then return the drip, online sites
Like it was Mattafix, but with the big P of dry, brr
My bro's got the trap in his pocket, dirty tool and start-up
But we didn't just start making rap last month
News flash, you can find me in the clubs properly wasted
Me and my bro both top three in the draft, LaMelo and Lonzo
It takes heart like Julian Ross
Blade-like, forked tongue while spitting gloss
Me and Rois like the Lucha Bros
The Bermuda Triangle, Casemiro, Luka and Kross
It takes heart like Julian Ross
Here your cash isn't enough, and he refuses card payment
Rois and Less like the Lucha Bros
Twin Peaks like David Lynch plus Mark Frost
If this were football, I would be Mbappé
With the blue hoodie and the money hidden down in my shoes
Bro, mhm, so ghetto, so ghetto, so
Brother, Jake never gets old, like a Cocoon alien
I've got a thing for Nikes, I've got the talent, not the hype
Italian rap, that's the shit I don't like
Today too, bro, they're crushing up against the barriers
Today too I've got a new hottie on me, Bruce Jenner
The money's all dirty but we put it in the washing machine
Better to be with the bad guys than with the dead
I've got a scar that says, 'I've been around'
You take the slaps and stand still like Ciro
You shout, 'Arimo' but you can't stop this bullet
I'm loaded, I send these faggots to the madhouse
Hard knuckles, empty heart, Tong Po
I destroyed another beat of Do-Do-Do-Don Joe
It takes heart like Julian Ross
Blade-like, forked tongue while spitting gloss
Me and Rois like the Lucha Bros
The Bermuda Triangle, Casemiro, Luka and Kross
It takes heart like Julian Ross
Here your cash isn't enough, and he refuses card payment
Rois and Less like the Lucha Bros
Twin Peaks like David Lynch plus Mark Frost