[Verse 1]
It's not our stuff, it's my stuff
Accompany the fleet with bombs, Hail Mary
Contraband under the speedboat, you're wrong if you don't pay
Against the gangs, if it isn't blanks, after who dig you?
In the pockets of Mallardo now there are packs of 100
Their mean words are gone with the wind
Time's up for these gents
Guappi nowdays? Guappi made of cardboard
In the Celestine where we are at Resina
In the pupils the rage of who fucks the decline
For the compariè
Shooting up the doses, behind me
You can buy bombs, behind me
You talk about clans, behind me
Your helmet blow if you wear it, behind me
You talk about what lookouts do in the night, behind me
These bastards, I see them old, under Saint Laurent

[Bridge]
In your zone it goes always smoothy
Cops doesn't see us if we give them the change

[Chorus]
In your zone it goes always smoothy
Roll down black windows, go around in a Vanquish
But where do you live?
And where do we live?
But did you see where we live?
But did you see where we live?