“Soldi a Casa” is a gritty street diary turned into music. Over a bouncing drill beat, Simba La Rue, Ghali and FT Kings trade verses about the endless hustle that defines their reality: slipping in and out of jail cells, dodging drones and police, and doing whatever it takes to bring the money back home. Every line drips with heat — forty-degree prison cells, envy-induced headaches, and the pressure of knowing that failure means returning empty-handed to worried families.
Yet beneath the tough talk there’s a pulse of vulnerability. The MCs reveal how racism, gossip and constant danger shadow their every move, while dreams of seaside summers and movie-star romances feel distant. “Soldi a Casa” is both a victory lap and a warning siren: a reminder that for many young immigrants on Europe’s streets, survival isn’t about fame or luxury, but about showing up at the front door with pockets full and loved ones proud.