Moonlight Popolare (feat. Massimo Pericolo)

You talk about your life
As if it were written on the pages of the Quran
Just like you
I'm not from Bel Air, but I was born here
Ask your friends that I paid
What strange thing I did to have passed
From the little church to the Top 10
Without a convertible or a dad
Mothers shout in chorus
Sun outside the prisons
Fathers without work
Looking for life on house arrest
But if you look up from this garden
The moon looks like a sapphire lost in the dark

On the rooftops the moonlight
Shines like Shanghai
You can see it too
From this neighborhood and up
My God, my God, my God
And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon from a council flat

The moon from a council flat
The moon from a council flat

Beautiful, bro, put Google Maps
Fly away from your city
Anti-trap police
Santa Maria full of crack
In the area I'm more famous than Drake
If my life is a movie, yours is the remake
I have an extra gear because the new car has six
I have more money than my parents, fuck all these fakes (Eh-eh)
And they told me I would lose my mind
But with joints I only burned my sweatshirt
Everything has changed except me (Yeah-yeah)
Everything has changed except me (Yeah-yeah)
I can see in your face that we resemble each other
We're always on guard like boxers
If you're normal, they look at you strangely
But I'll make millions like the 'North Pole'
They told us: 'Ask and you shall receive'
But not that the more you give, the more they ask of you
The only light in the dark is a gunshot
But you're not the only one with a Glock

On the rooftops the moonlight
Shines like Shanghai
You can see it too
From this neighborhood and up
My God, my God, my God
And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon from a council flat

The moon from a council flat
The moon from a council flat

How disgusting to work, bro, I rap or deal
I do my nails so I can scratch my dick
I made my cage, you worked hard
But in fact, both of us have a dick in our hands
If they ask you what you'll do when you grow up
Answer: 'I'll just need to have the balls to
Make the right choices if you're in the wrong places and with the wrong people'
More than a Grammy, I'll hear you from a call center

My God, my God, my God
And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon from a council flat
The moon from a council flat
The moon from a council flat