[Verse 1]
Maybe I should spell it, to explain this flow
Bro, that's Machiavelli, ah
Knife and culture inside Gemelli, cooking flame
I feed my brothers, I'm sorry if I can
Moreover, my dick's always so hard
That she asks me if there's a bone inside
We were into reselling before it became trendy
We used to get one or two points over the joints
We used to listen to this shit, and it wasn't at the top
And I used to worry about the virus before it was pop (Yes, but another one)
Yeah, claro, that's my shit, qifsha ropt
With an earring and a ponytail, bro, I look like a gipsy
My album's out, and some colleagues are getting sad
After all my interviews don't need to be translated
I'm the nastiest, and if I die, I rise again
I've put myself inside these albums, like they were some Horcrux
Superclassico and these rhymes got me to fuck some chicks
Oh no, the fox has just got into the henhouse

[Interlude 1]
Let it go, let it go
I'm taking all the time that I want
I'm the rapper of the year, and it took me fifteen years
Lewa' 7, this shit is legendary
I've got two...
[Verse 2]
I've got two girlfriends, and one of them thinks my name's Eugenio
She says: "He's so clever, he's so cool"
She thinks I'm an insurance company representative, ah
Good morning, from Palazzo Marino
Yeah, I'm so cocky that I chose my king name, Matteo I
The true Gs sing love songs at weddings
These Italian rappers maybe go to holy communions
The average age is too low, posing on Instagram
I cum and I take everything, 'cause my seed is the briscola
Bro, I've been around for some time, excuse my militancy
I fucking hate who fakes it, who brags about it
And I also hate who fucks and then gets engaged
Just because she's afraid 'cause she's thirty and she doesn't have a baby in her belly (Asshole)
It took me less than a year to overcome the whole gap
I'm speeding like I'm on a scooter, bro, like Cooper's test
If you brag about some money you made with rap
It just means you were not so good even as a pusher

[Interlude 2]
Wether it's rap, wether it's pop, wether it's indie
I do what the fuck I want
I'll fuck you up
I'll fuck you up

[Verse 3]
Yes, bro, I dream of having a Cadillac, or even better, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan
A nice girl, bro, closing my cardigan
A butler that looks like El Pocho
But I grew up with that Ferrero spot, I'll call him Ambrogio
I'm giving you the rules now: minus and minus equals minus
I've got so much balls that I could have a baby just by jerking off
I've been killing your stereos for a few years now
But this year I'm going to sleep with my prize
Lewandowski