DEL ESTUDIO AL ESTADIO (feat. Duki)

(Oh-oh)
Slatt, slatt (oh-oh; seven!)
Only I know what happened
I studied the whole game, fed your gang
With every bar I recorded, I put ice on my neck
I'm appearing on TV, even your mom sees me

And now I'm going from the studio to the stadium
Mom, I'm going to die legendary
I know my team has what it takes
Inside me, I carry the blood of a warrior

We break everything all day, all the time
The twelve months of the calendar
My songs sound loud in the neighborhood
And my crew had to put down several

They imitate tricks, we invent them
That's why they fail, we regret it
Always punctual, we don't delay
If they're late, we don't wait for them

This isn't written, it's all improvised
We never practice these verses
Effortlessly, we just record it for you
Effortlessly, we just tell you

We take care, we don't worry
That's how far we've come
If we start something, we go all the way
And sometimes we don't even try

How many songs come out of nowhere?
We manifest them out of nothing
In my art, I only seek to escape
Society has locked us in

For many, I'm the reference
They even tell me to my face
If it serves you, I'm indifferent
As long as it serves my people

I blow up my limits
Seeking originality
Ended up being the same
Everyone wants to be different

And now I'm going from the studio to the stadium
Mom, I'm going to die legendary
I know my team has what it takes
Inside me, I carry the blood of a warrior

We start all day, all the time
The twelve months of the calendar
My songs sound loud in the neighborhood
And my crew had to put down several (Duko!)

The guys from the neighborhood tell my story
They say Duki is like the alphabet
Devil mode, legendary mode (devil mode, baby)
Mom, I'm Curry and my team is the Warriors

Duko and the Seven, De Niro and Di Caprio
Playing world cups and we come out of the yard
I'm automatic, I have no change
The winter cold, the summer heat

French picket, I think I'm Montana, ah
I think I'm Montana
Lombardo kid, Italian blood
They say my flow seems like Atlanta

Your girl is Latina but she still loves it (she likes it)
Like me, mixing lean with Fanta
I smoke gas, it's my fuel
I'm so fly, I have flashbacks

Oxycodone doses, I go zombie
I fly like a UFO, Mamba mentality like Kobe
Through the city, I go very lowkey
I am the virus, fuck COVID
(Don't leave me the beat, I'll break it)

And now I'm going from the studio to the stadium
Mom, I'm going to die legendary
Playing on the court, playing on the radio
My face on posters, magazines, and newspapers

I want to be buried on a stage
Mom has me blessed with her rosary
Aligning planets like the calendar
Jewels on my fingers, I have a planetarium

And now I'm going from the studio to the stadium
Mom, I'm going to die legendary
I know my team has what it takes
Inside me, I carry the blood of a warrior

We start all day, all the time
The twelve months of the calendar
My songs sound loud in the neighborhood
And my crew had to put down several

And now I'm going from the studio to the stadium
Mom, I'm going to die legendary
I know my team has what it takes
Inside me, I carry the blood of a warrior

We start all day, all the time
The twelve months of the calendar
My songs sound loud in the neighborhood
And my crew had to put down several