[Part I]

[Intro]
Shout out Fumez, Italy, SEVEN 7oo
Grr
Yo, lil b, is NKO on beat

[Verse]
The last rapper who fucked with me, now he doesn't sing anymore
He's probably depressed at home because you know he doesn't matter anymore
I don't think about my opps when I'm in England
You're four toxic rats who live in Cr— Street
I left you do IG Lives, you had fun
I put a bounty on your head then I have fun
You're not gonna do IG Lives when you'll be in the woods
With five **** who'll piss on your body
Every person across Italy tried to pull up on me
Just because you hate me, stupid, try again tomorrow
If I have to count every rapper who dissed me and texted me in DM
The list of italian rappers probably wouldn't finish
A hoe threatens me, "If you don't pick up, I'll upload your sextape"
I said her, "Hoe, I'm Rondo, if you publish it, it will just make hype"
I kill Sanremo, but of the drill, I do what the fuck I want in Italy
I shoot an opp, then he sings like Mariah Carey
These rappers have my name in the mouth otherwise they wouldn't sell
You're hard on the drill, but they don't know you abroad
D.I.G.O.S. is afraid that I badly influence the crowd
Give us millions and my brothers won't be on the street anymore
These bitches are afraid, let's say the truth
They come in Zone 7, then they take the vow of chastity
Your poems don't touch me, you did a story
When you go down then you remember that the drill is the trend
They look as puffy as helium-filled balloons
I think I have inspired you too much, [?]
It doesn't matter if you have thirty thousand on your wrist if they do you on the street
I'm the voice of the trenches, I do the moonwalk in the mud
We come with two Rambos, we ruin your party
Before starting I take the crown off my head
It seems WWE, up for grabs the title "Who's the real king?"
Remembering that I brought ths shit mainstream
Chinga, zinga-zinga, I smoke an opp into a Rizla
Your man is a famous rapper, you did the bitch at Ibiza
Trap in the club, it was massacred
Your teeth have fallen out, you seemed photoshopped
I remember that evening, nine albanians pull upped on you
If you just try to answer I send men in Liab— Street
Black ski mask, chinga-chinga, they change his connotations
You know well who lives there
Let's make war, if someone dies then it happens

[Part II]

[Verse]
I just wanted to make music and be in peace (And be in peace)
You dissed me, now I make you pay (Make you pay)
After this I'll piss everyone off, close my career
Since I have a million in the bank, I can sleep peacefully in the evening
Fumez The Engineer

[Part III]

[Intro]
Ayo TR, go crazy on these n***as man

[Strofa]
Grindin' shit like Rasta, me and folks smokin' zaza
Draco, ratatata, Choppa make laka-laga
Pussy-hoe, my grillz are like my baby mama
Fifty shots and fifty blicky matches with my new Rihanna
I make history in my country, bitch, I'm baby-goat
Italy too overseas, I started this shit 1 year ago
No spaghetti mafia boy, bitch, I'm Rondo
I don't think about my opps when I'm landin' London
I have connection in Compton, your boy [?], slowmo
Fuck the police and popo, if you know, you know, bro
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, bitch, I'm litty and you know
Spin your block, fuck the cops, twenty K or I don't show