Rapper Italiano
Bassi Maestro
Italian Rapper
Yeah, yeh yeha!
That's how it's gotta go
Two in the year two thousand, busDeez, YO!
It was a dream as a boy and I remember that already
I thought about making money and gaining notoriety
We grew up so many
We don't find shit in front of us anymore
We split into groups and then work tired
Shit, life is sweet like a lollipop
Don't smoke it packaged in a pack
Our music is heavy as a caress
The people who appreciate me understand the sadness
Beautiful, but these cats, lunatics, are like paparazzi
As soon as you break I want the copyright of half of your story and in fact
If I don't watch my ass I get screwed big time
For some people nothing serves a purpose
Who doesn't give you but takes, yes, lies to you
I know what love means
The difference between getting a girl and making a beat with the sampler
Pay attention to what you say
Don't pretend to have friends to get out of trouble
What the hell are you shitting?
Be careful you end up sewing up your wounds like Rambo
While you dream of a new car
Your life speeds first on a wheelbarrow and then on a Skoda
Even if not a fly flies
