Giruri ne bari, accompanied by solitares I say hello my friends, everyone keeps their distance I'm a gabbio, one is a hitman, the other one is inside the closet I say K.A.M. pump, ready to blow your head off I go around the neighborhood, everyone turns the radio I ride on a cabrio, even if the owner is a police officer I sign every hour, they have a rosary on their neck But the system is the opposite I put on my shoes, I go down to do the laundry I get off a car, I hit a guy without him talking to me He knows I have the neighborhood, he recognizes it by the haircut If I'm not mistaken, I'm not the Diggas or the Cinofila I have a breath that blows away the infamy, the truth, the lies And whoever deserves it, will receive and pay I recognize the fake smile and whoever talks, will alter With the mouth of a bitch, he will eat you Oh bye bye bye my friend, my G I go around London, New York City America, America Oh bye bye bye my friend, my G I go around London, New York City America, America I live in a bunker underground, as if I were at war The devil speaks to me, I don't even listen to him for hours Because I have an angel with the Uzi and a machine gun No confidence, kill the devils in my head I have a * head, it's the head of a good boy I'm good at doing it, but I'm not a good boy Whatever I say, I do it, whatever I do, I only say it So you can't do it I go around the neighborhood, I have more than a calendar That I spent in your prison system I'm the opposite, I can't get agitated You don't need a dictionary to be a millionaire I sell coconut little by little, at 13 years old Now I play at 21 years old, I remember Years go by and I forget all the damage I carry them behind my back, I have three balls I touch them, I'm a beast, the block is a beast Bad boy, bad boy, my G I go around London, New York City America, America Bad boy, bad boy, my G I go around London, New York City America, America