[Verse 1: Ademo]
I want some L, some V, some G, to undress your broad
Homie we’re destined to go to hell, the elevator is broken up in heaven
It’s stuck ? Really ? Oh well, I’ll just slang in the stairway
Mr President, In the Hallway I’ve seen fiends vote blank
Ounga, ounga, ounga yeah, homie, homie, homie, I’m slangin
Some hash’ hash’ to Hervé, yellow, green, fuck it, it doesn’t matter
My family is hungry, I don’t have time to tell you my whole life story, let’s cut to the chase
I’m not asking for hugs, I’m just an ice cube under g-string
What the fuck, who the hell she took me for, for Romeo ?
Seriously ? Seriously ?
Left lines in the toilets for transsexuals, dressed in LV completely wrecked
On my way back home, coke in my pockets, while my little brother heads off to school

[Chorus]
I’m in my bubble, bubble, bubble
Oh shit, the hash’, the hash’, is bubblin'
Blood on my sweater, sweater, sweater, oh my oh my oh my
Get your ass, ass, ass out the way
Oh shit, your problem my opportunity
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Anything for my loved ones
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The world or nothing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That’s fine with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: N.O.S]
Homie I’m turning in circles
Whores turn in circles trying to catch my dick
All we do is hustle, fuck whatever isn’t worth a dime
Like the Anti Crime Brigade’s honor
And I’m the rotten apple that stray’s away from the basket
Fuck my loneliness as long as my pockets are in good company
Only family, the same weapons, the same salaries
We won’t save the whole world
I take the crown and place it on the lil' brother’s head
The tears of misery have the same taste as my anger
Out of breath, my anger gives me oxygen
Don’t worry Chico, hold your head up, misery is taking me on a ride
Fuck your ladder, at the bottom of the hole, I pile my sins up on each other and climb
And nothing changes, just like the sound of the sirens
I’m more Savastano than Ciro
And I would rather die than to shine under the shadow of these bastards, the world Chico

[Chorus]
I’m in my bubble, bubble, bubble
Oh shit, the hash’, the hash’, is bubblin'
Blood on my sweater, sweater, sweater oh my oh my oh my
Get your ass, ass, ass out the way
Oh shit, your problem my opportunity
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Anything for my loved ones
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The world or nothing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That’s fine with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah