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I don’t say thanks to anyone (no, no)
For what I have
My bros are still pushing that stuff (where?)
Under that awning
And I’ve never been a fool, drawn to luxury, sometimes confused
Take the gold off your neck, they won’t trace it after it’s melted
And we’re not running away from here, mom wants to see me on TV but not on the news
You don’t get it, I’m talking about street stories, in my Tisci Nikes
Fifteen-story buildings, fifteen of us in fifteen square feet
For this stuff, they cut you, they cut for others, leaving cuts on their arms
And all my bros, they give you dirty looks, they scratch your Porsche
Dreaming of slopes in Courmayeur (but, but)
But they’re hitting the slopes on the north curve
And tell me what the hell you’re looking at, come here, I’ll shut you up a bit
I got everything you need in my Burlon hoodie

As a kid, I had Milka on my sliced bread (squad)
Now Milka’s the logo on the rolls (bu, bu)
As kids, we played cops and robbers while (gang)
Now we’re really escaping from the cops (gang, gang)

And they don’t know anything about me (don’t know anything)
No, they don’t know anything about me (don’t know anything)
They don’t know anything about me (don’t know anything)
No, no, they don’t know anything about me (no, no, no, no)

As a kid, I rode my bike with no hands
As an adult, I go through life with no plans (gang)
The more I grow, the more trouble I find
But in the new Bugatti, I never wake up (no, no, no, no)
Kamikaze rhymes, they’ll blow your mind (bu, bu)
Like when the cops come in and crash the party
My bros dream of a chill life, a better life (but, but)
Not ending up in a cell
No, hush up like when I was a kid
Saw nothing, heard nothing, I wasn’t around at that hour (pss pss-pss)
No, better if you go take a ride
Better if you go fuck yourself, you don’t even know how I live (aah)

But these guys talk about me (talk about me)
Yeah, these guys talk about me (talk about me)
But they don’t know that (don’t know that)
No, no, they don’t know that

As a kid, I had Milka on my sliced bread (squad)
Now Milka’s the logo on the rolls (bu, bu)
As kids, we played cops and robbers while (gang)
Now we’re really escaping from the cops (gang, gang)
As a kid, I had Milka on my sliced bread
Now Milka’s the logo on the rolls (bu, bu)
As kids, we played cops and robbers while (gang)
Now we’re really escaping from the cops (gang, gang)

And they don’t know anything about me (don’t know anything)
No, they don’t know anything about me (don’t know anything)
They don’t know anything about me (don’t know anything)
No, no, they don’t know anything about me