[Intro]
Double X on the track bitch!
Hands in the air (Eh, eh)
It's a hold up (Eh)
Ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
I've got a P.38 and a .44, me, I haven't changed since “Morpheus”
The people that loved us left us to rot, The people that hated us sucked us off
We don't deal, we make peace and war, I put my glass on the ground for Pietro
Me, I saw the market become a pharmacy, you were never there, I was there too often
So, I'll fuck your girl latеr, I'll come sing “No Me Mirès Màs” to you
Need to light you up on the bikе, me and a guy from Miramas (Bang, bang)
I want to see your eyes, I'm Frank Alamo, I'm alive like Ciro, like Malamo
I've got stitches on my stomach, brothers in jail, we got beat up, we were some dirty kids
I've got my bottle, a DJ on the serato, I rose in the ranks, I avoided the K.Os
I do Asia, Africa, I do the Americas, I left, I came back with irons
On my head, a veto since very early, the kids grow tougher, they'll die like O'Trak
Us, we buy drugs at real prices, we've got real big hearts, but we kill like we flirt
Nineteen, mathafack
[Chorus]
With hundreds in the air, as if I had never seen dad smile
Money, cops, people on the ground like in a hold-up
Come back into my arms as if you had never betrayed me
Before embracing death, let me look at my watch
With hundreds in the air, as if I had never seen dad smile
Money, cops, people on the ground like in a hold-up
Come back into my arms as if you had never betrayed me
Before embracing death, let me look at my watch
[Verse 2]
You look too much like me, get your own look, thirty bucks, no need to be too precise
You've got blood on your Stussy pullover, I've got thirty-grand on a tiny little Samsung
A spoon in the eye, I'll Fetty Wap them, I've got thirty-six Kardash', I dreamt of Betty Boop
It's so simple, we really believed in it, we weren't wrong: three-thousand euros the bed, bitch
I see time pass by, we keep taking thousands
I know too much about them, I know I could humiliate them
Don't talk to us as if you think we haven't matured
We don't really have the time, we dine, we take the picture, your mother's matured (oh yes)
[Bridge]
I've got friends in sports, friends in hash, political friends (Oh yes)
I've got friends in rap, friends in crack, friends in clubs (they aren't even twenty)
I've got a lot of problems, also, a stack of money on kilos of hemp
I lose friends, I take money instead, I don't lose out in the end
[Chorus]
With hundreds in the air, as if I had never seen dad smile
Money, cops, people on the ground like in a hold-up
Come back into my arms as if you had never betrayed me
Before embracing death, let me look at my watch
With hundreds in the air, as if I had never seen dad smile
Money, cops, people on the ground like in a hold-up
Come back into my arms as if you had never betrayed me
Before embracing death, let me look at my watch