[Intro: producer tag]
Stef Becker beatmaker
[Verse 1]
And you know we're going to take everything before Earth stops spinning
Organized crimes, embezzlement, robbery and data hacking, hey
Vital prognosis at stake, when they stop punching
Three times the stake when we laced, I hear you speak as if you did everything, ah
Open the trunk, all illicit, here, it's all for the block
Rotting here, here, it's all for thе Glock, dying here, herе, it's all for the code, yeah
A full ashtray, a half-full glass, I have worries and fuck anyone who complain about it
We have the best hustlers, the best lettuce and the product routs through two bleds
[Chorus]
We will rise when you'll go downhill, me, my associates
Ruined since adolescence, we have to amass
Bullets, only ashes will remain, we have to adapt
We kill, for our mothers we are angels, for them we are devils
Tracking device under the ride, I know the merry-go-round
Blue bills, red bills, flashing light in the hood
We will rise when you'll go downhill, me, my associates
Ruined since adolescence, we have to amass
[Verse 2]
It's Italy, Sicily, Piaggio Gilera in the back of the bar, illegal poker chip
Big whip, full face helmet, Romanzo, two on the machine
Several caps, soldier, general, fish scale, vegetal quality
Everything is cold under the Bottega Veneta, thug under the cathedrals chants
Armada (under the Canada, hey), I'm not here (or I'm here for the dough)
It's been a long time (since I lost my sleep), han
Why would I give a fuck about living in the Bahamas if I have two-three million and two-three FAMAS
4x4, rifle sticking out, J.V.L.I.V.S
[Chorus]
We will rise when you'll go downhill, me, my associates
Ruined since adolescence, we have to amass
Bullets, only ashes will remain, we have to adapt
We kill, for our mothers we are angels, for them we are devils
Tracking device under the ride, I know the merry-go-round
Blue bills, red bills, flashing light in the hood
We will rise when you'll go downhill, me, my associates
Ruined since adolescence, we have to amass
[Outro]
Armada (under the Canada, hey), I'm not here (or I'm here for the dough)
It's been a long time (since I lost my sleep), han
Why would I give a fuck about living in the Bahamas if I have two-three million and two-three FAMAS
4x4, rifle sticking out, J.V.L.I.V.S