[Intro]
I come from Lecco city (Uoh-uoh, uoh-uoh-uoh)
Ouh, ouh-uoh-uoh, oh
I come from Lecco city, where they steal your bike
Unhappy children run after change, yah-yah
I come from Lecco city, where they steal your bike
Unhappy children run after change, yah-yah
[Verse 1]
Your own friends look at your bitches ass
And they're, bro, all happy when they hear you fail, yah-yah
I know you envy me, I can see it in the way you smile
I see the gray buildings and underneath angry children, yah-yah
I hate, bro, fame more than I hate hunger
I hatе, bro', that bitch more than I hate her fathеr, yah-yah
I hate, brother, whoever defames the police and his mother
And if you go out with my daughter again, I'll take you behind bars, yah-yah
Mon ami, I'm free, I'm here doing la vida loca
Where are you? Are you with her getting high?
She stays with six in the hotel and blows Omar
[Chorus]
I come from LC-C-C-C-C-C-C
You don't do the G-G-G-G-G-G-G
From when I was petit-t-t-t-t-t-t
On top of that bike
Baida money from there
I come from LC-C-C-C-C-C-C-C
You don't do the G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
Since I was petit-t-t-t-t-t-t
Over that bike
Baida money from there
[Verse 2]
How is it going in the banlieue?
Only the guards are looking for me
They find me in the Canary Islands
NPT behind the jerseys (Ah)
NPT behind the shirts, babies with cavities watch the guards
The guards look at my Cartier's
I tell them, "Look, I'm rapping"
I don't rap no more, bro, at the Legler
Because ton père, père, c'est un commissaire-saire
Fuck your mom
[Chorus]
I come from LC-C-C-C-C-C-C
You don't do the G-G-G-G-G-G-G
From when I was petit-t-t-t-t-t-t
On top of that bike
Baida money from there
I come from LC-C-C-C-C-C-C-C
You don't do the G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
Since I was petit-t-t-t-t-t-t
Over that bike
Baida money from there