Mufasa (feat. XSN Gang & YKN Korir)

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Mi chiedi perché sono il king
E perché sto qui
Io ti rispondo sono il king
Solo di sta G
Chiamati pure Dio del trap
Kappa è dio del crack
Giravo coi miei fra
No le Hogan ma le Jordan
Insieme a Sang scappiamo dalla polizia via
Non farò mai più li stessi errori in vita mia
Nessun rimpianto
Resto assieme alla mia famiglia
Mai vantato
Per questo questa scena è mia
Ricordà queste strade e sti palazzi bro
Cresciuto in Africa Centrale fino in Africa Nord
Maglietta da calcetto
Cappello più borsello
Questa è la Fashion Week
Chico del mio ghetto
In tutta la mia vita sono sempre stato Hardcore
Se mi becchi far freestyle mi becchi assieme ad un bong
Saluto i miei bronsky del quartiere
Molti stanno in catene
Mica bene
Per uscire danno un rene
You a snitch nigga
You a bitch nigga
You were crying for a break up you a pussy nigga
Your mother suck my dick
Your sister suck my dick
You know am playing with the gliss
You pull up with the stick
In the block it's full of shooters
We gon pull up with the scooters
Your bitch is hella thick
You smoking cheezle
With my niggas
Always high with my niggas
Eating chicken with my niggas
Tutta l'africa su 'sta traccia
Con un caccia ti diamo caccia
Nessuno canta nella nostra piazza
La malasorte ci bacia e ci abbraccia
Nato e cresciuto inquei palazzi rosa
Se li incontri non parlare di quella cosa
Più parli più ti scavi na fossa
Quando li becchi stai zitto e abbozza
I swear i never tried to act like a gangsta
My neighbour popping pills like rocksta
Children nowadays filling savage play a gta
They pull up in school saying shootin is fk great
I came from the streets
Where i had nothing to eat
Struggling to put some food on my plate
Hustling hard till up late
I came from the gutter
Now i got racks
Some people may call them stacks 223 aim at your ass
I came from the ghetto so it's a lot of things that made me
Hard nights staying up and being all shaky
Growing up in africa that shit was daily
But i can't complain because that place it made me
Into the man that i am
Now i know it's always bros before hoes because because they fam
Now imma pass it up
Now imma pass it up
Got some lil niggas that tryna fuck on your bitch cause they know she a thot.
I got a glock
Aim at your throat
Let that shit bang and go
Nigga just stop
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Ay, hollup
Lil pussy boy
You gon see the game over sign
If you fuck with me cause you finna die
Hating back these motherfuckers now,
In despair they suicide
Don't give a fuck, this my lonely word ain't for fake bitches, who's tryna ride?
Might as well dress like death
Take your life end it on sight
They got the money
But got some fake friends
This mad shit, i'm on it
They can't get defense
Can't stop my offense
This song is not over
You feeling the flames
Yo mama just raised you toaste