I remember when I was another one of the poor Christians and you only hoped that I would fail But now I'm kissing and every jealous man is jealous because when I go up I send these ants to rest Brother, this bag is Gianni, bag is Gianni, brother, this bag is Gianni, boss, boss Brother, this bag is Gianni, bag is Gianni, brother, this bag is Gianni, boss, boss All black, orange, over, stop between Saturn and Jupiter Under north, south, east, where? With underground, Beethoven Child of a million in francs, symbol among the white lions But more hater and bitches than Alessandro Magno, piss and then I shake hands Where am I? I'm a guy who gets it, if guys spend it, guys who sell it, kisses that light up Italian rap, game over, I'm always ahead, you change the hours, I'm always overtaking the equator I make more money, I kill the track, I came with all my friends, tattoo on the arms, tattoo on the face Italian dream is to *** everyone, *** everyone, I'm a monkey like the planet I take the nougat, one who nougat the booty, and if the case is with Farabuti The cymbals are bending, the scene that makes me tight, that tightens me, like a pink rifle-like pussy Brother, this bag is Gianni, bag is Gianni, brother, this bag is Gianni, boss, boss Brother, this bag is Gianni, bag is Gianni, brother, this bag is Gianni, boss, boss One, the boss is right, remember that he's right Two, he's always right, the boss is always right Keep the hashtag, but give me the cash, there's no *** in rap I only stop you at the table, brother, there are no masks With your bitch, I do take away, like take and go, like food, come on, enough on the two Because my crew, they kill you all, like in Telltale 2 She turns on the pole like a helicopter, the pink pussy like a helicopter In bed then I do stretching, allergic to your rap and I stay in the annals with the criminals at 2.20 on the BMW I have rude men, above rude men, the boss dressed in haute couture I don't want potentials, I don't want pensions, you know I break more Even if I stay with 12 followers, just like Jesus I remember when I was another one of the poor Christians And you hoped that I would fail, but now I'm bagging And every envious, corrupt, jealous, because when I go up, I send these assholes to rest Core of the body of John Bone of John Core of the body of John Boss, boss Core of the body of John Bone of John Core of the body of John Boss, boss Core of the body of John Boss Core of the body of John Boss