You did two grams
I take this sh*t seriously
I really sell this sh*t
My friend tattoos his chest
All my broski get high
Your girls suck my d*ck
I'm not handsome, but I rap
You arrest me, but I still won't talk
I don't speak the pigs' language
Alcohol makes us stronger
Love made us bigger a**holes
I'm the future, but with no future
I spit on your f*cking mortgage
I don't give a f*ck about the others
Open the bag, put it all in, throw on the tracksuit
In prison since I was little
And tomorrow I'll hang myself
My friend works at Tigros
Your friend works at DIGOS
If I don't blow up, I've failed
I'm only good in English
But I just need to leave Varese
I don't have fifteen houses
My dad doesn't like this sh*t
My mom doesn't like this chick
This chick throws me likes
I only talk about drugs and wh*res
But what the f*ck are you on
To put me in jail in summer?
For every brother, a snitch
Wh*res or fame or hunger
Don't think you're that special
When you sing I step outside to smoke
On the street they call me Vane
You can read it on the report
In the Punto I blast Lil Uzi
They shout, 'Mom, the thugs'
You suck my d*ck, everybody already knows
I don't give a f*ck about clever rhymes
I only care about making billions
A trial, not Biscardi's though
I wanna do my shopping at Gucci
Not shop with loyalty points
And the hottest chick of all
Your sh*t is the Smurfs theme
I don't give a f*ck about anything
I don't even know who the president is
I don't vote 'cause it doesn't matter
I won't marry so I f*ck all the time
I just want a decent life