Dende

Ghali

From There

My brothers outside like umbrellas in the atrium
I drown in my drink like Leonardo DiCaprio
Red passport valid for expatriation

Crooked palms cover my head on a BMW
I float in the air, uh-la-la
There's one Goku, you're Mr. Satan
Your entourage brother is in Ramadan
Disappear, Abracadabra, puff, Alakazam
The industry is a meat grinder, I'm halal
The flow is turbo fire, I choose Charizard
You ask me where I come from? Baggio Boulevard
Karma is the only girl who comes back like a boomerang
I'm in my bubble, I'm in my bubble
My hand is Jimmy, no, they're not horns
I'm teaching you how to do it, spit out that gum
A little respect, in short

Can't you see I'm green
I smoke Namek, sorry Dende
The team is on the attack, no one defends here
Don't tell me you're leaving, stay or I'll get upset

I come out like Billie Jean!
You tell me Billie what?
Minimal trivialities
I only see mini me
Fu-fu-fuck your baby-gang
Glasses over my Babybel
Blah blah blah shhh, can't you see
Ghali Bomaye
I take it with everyone, I take it with that one
I take my brother with whoever the hell I want
You tell me who you are, brother, to judge
But fuck you and your damn excuses
Come on, drop the bone, I bone these rappers
I record as many tracks as I can, if I croak or something happens I'm fine
Like after the ring