BRNBQ

The smell of a pack of weed
That you can smell throughout the staircase
The guys who don't do moves but if you want they'll empty your house
Without a regular job, they invent it
What they don't have, they take it
Young rocks on young bowls
Packets and bras of young women
Out when the block sleeps
Money doesn't sleep even at night
We smoke 10 grams
Fuck cowboys
THC looks like a fruit roll-up
These stairs are our throne
They speak the language we speak
My guys are fathers a little ahead of time
They age inside a cell or at a bar
Some become stars, some have never moved from here
They dream of lives different from these
While a cop asks them where the merchandise is
Everyone pretends nothing happened, as if nothing ever happened

Good Guys In Ugly Neighborhoods
They smoke and speak different languages
But they don't talk to the cops
They do things that are better left unsaid
They do things that are better left undone
Good Guys In Ugly Neighborhoods
(No)
Mom, don't worry
I'm just going out for a ride with the good guys
They speed at 3 in the morning in the Audi
God doesn't see them down here
Behind those blue curtains
So they don't pray anymore

Tall buildings, like the Watussi
Armani shirts, Gucci belts
Guys move fast in this hustle and bustle
Butterflies inside the pencil cases
Dressed well in shitty neighborhoods
G on the sweatshirt, G on the hoodie
From kids with crooked handlebars on the Graziella
Now they move them quickly

All my friends, yes, good guys
Good guys until they mess up
Good guys until you pay them
Until you mess up
For this money they become bastards
They don't look anyone in the face
They don't look at the future
Because there's none here

We come down from those smelly hallways that smell like piss
We go out with that bitch with the Krizia bag
Good guys in the block have no justice
Good guys in the block take justice into their own hands

Good Guys In Ugly Neighborhoods
They smoke and speak different languages
But they don't talk to the cops
They do things that are better left unsaid
They do things that are better left undone
Good Guys In Ugly Neighborhoods
(No)
Mom, don't worry
I'm just going out for a ride with the good guys
They speed at 3 in the morning in the Audi
God doesn't see them down here
Behind those blue curtains
So they don't pray anymore

Good Guys In Ugly Neighborhoods
They smoke and speak different languages
But they don't talk to the cops
They do things that are better left unsaid
They do things that are better left undone
Good Guys In Ugly Neighborhoods
(No)
Mom, don't worry
I'm just going out for a ride with the good guys
They speed at 3 in the morning in the Audi
God doesn't see them down here
Behind those blue curtains
So they don't pray anymore