[Testo di "Sad Story" ft. Massimo Pericolo]

[Intro]
Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
Yeah, yeah
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Look
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[Strofa 1: Big Vibe]
Sad story for my grandma's death
I will never die young, never I said
Drop a bug n***a upon on your ass
Funny to me as the boys is fake
How many times they promise they fail
Trust no one, no time to waste
Key to the bag with a whole lot of snake
Seen no help when I lost my dad
My mum was crying but I lost no faith
All I was doing is fighting and robbing
I think I was right but I was wrong
Beef with the guys is a whole lot of smoke
By the time I slide you n***a get touch
Genova boys, we all got a gun
Drill to the South, drill to the North
Give us the crown because we want the smoke
Yeah, smoke
[Ritornello: Big Vibe]
I don't know why my life is still a mess
N***a try, want to pull me down, pull me down
I don't know why my life is still a mess
N***a try, want to pull me down

[Strofa 2]
Things I seen with my eyes I can say
N***a I'm a thug, never complain
I lost my heart but I still want to change
Drop out from school, just to choose my dream
Mama was sad but I still feel the pain
Mama was sad but I still feel the pain
The first girl I loved just played with my heart
Mercy you know I ain't did nothing wrong

[Strofa 3]
Sad story for my grandma's death
I will never die young, never I said
Drop a bug n***a upon on your ass
Funny to me as the boys is fake
How many times they promise they fail
Trust no one, no time to waste
Key to the bag with a whole lot of snake
Seen no help when I lost my dad
My mum was crying but I lost no faith
All I was doing is fighting and robbing
I think I was right but I was wrong
Beef with the guys is a whole lot of smoke
By the time I slide you n***a get touch
Genova boys, we all got a gun
Drill to the South, drill to the North
Give us the crown because we want the smoke
Yeah, smoke
[Ritornello: Big Vibe]
I don't know why my life is still a mess
N***a try want to pull me down, pull me down
I don't know why my life is still a mess
N***a try, want to pull me down

[Strofa 4: Massimo Pericolo]
Per ogni frate che scappa
Ce n'è un altro chiuso in gabbia, yeah-yeah
Per uno che ce l'ha fatta
Ce n'è un altro che non mangia, yeah-yeah
Per ogni frate che rappa
Ce n'è un altro che fa il gangsta, bang-bang
Per ogni padre che manca
C'è una madre che si arrangia, yeah-yeah
Erano senza senso quei giorni
Senza l'affetto dei nonni, yeah-yeah
Ti giri nel letto e non dormi
Casini ti sembrano enormi, yeah-yeah
Sbirro mi sveglia nel sonno, lui cerca che cosa nascondo
Ho solo quello che mi han tolto
Ma presto mi prenderò il mondo, yeah-yeah
Con che fare la galera? Ma chi è vero non parlerà
Oro vero da mahārāja
Neanche avevo una camera
Amen, fra', che cosa diceva?
Quel giornale parlava di Brebbia
E un ragazzo, qua dalla Nigeria
Vane più Vibe, V di Vendetta
[Outro]
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