Polvere (feat. Capo Plaza)

Gang
Money, money
Gang

I didn’t mean any harm, I was just looking for good, yay
The sound of the sea when we were smoking together
And before you fly, you gotta learn to fall, yay
The urban jungle calls and we always answer: Hello, yay

You think I’m making this up, no excuses, hands on my head, yay
You can pretend, we’re nothing and we’re everything, what’s this story, yay
Now yeah, it’s already morning, I can’t sleep, I’ll smoke a bit more
You don’t know what I’ve been through, I’ve seen the abyss too

Run from these hyenas and do it fast
In the future, I’ve seen salvation
First white walls in the little room, baby
My friend risks it all just for his daughter

I’ll take on the world for you and for my girl
I take a breath, then I wait for that moment
We’re young, but we grew up fast, yah, yah

When I see you without the hype, defenseless
You’ll go back to the others because you follow the wind
I won’t hesitate to raise my defenses
The drawbridge of my castle

Crocodiles, drill sound, Cogoleto
With friends in the trap house in Salerno
Everything you’ve seen stays inside you
It’s dust under the carpet

Ye-yeah, it’s not my fault
These cage buildings, I gotta get out, ye-yeah
It’s not my fault, sorry baby, baby, it’s not my fault, ye-yeah, hey
More money and I have fewer brothers than before
I remember cruising in a Beverly
Every day, yeah, it’s six in the morning, yay

She’s on safari with the fami’
For business, turn off the headlights of the guys in Maseratis
They’re making giant strides
She keeps the cash between her glued-on tights
Private jets taking off, bro, my time is running out

I’m not scared because
This mic shoots, but you
Don’t have bullets in the chamber and you gotta
Put down the weapon if you don’t know how to use it, bang
Long cut like Inzaghi
Short cut when you talk

Ryan against everyone
Leave your keys on the wall
Connect like power cables with the buildings
I have nothing if you don’t love me

For me, let me say that you and I are the same thing
And we could say: Hi, how, goodbye, I don’t care
We’ve waged war, let’s get out of this shit
We’re the only drug

They told me that the more you think of a memory, the more it fades
Like receipts or photographs
So I think about what made me suffer
Only when I write rhymes, bro, it drives me crazy

It’s not my fault
These cage buildings, I gotta get out, ye-yeah

It’s dust under the carpet