I feel like a fucking pusher, as if my pusher hit you Like two tight tits in a push-up, in the secret rooms of Bush I have the whole world against me, Van Nysterim, or as if there was light You talk like the fucking Duce, I'm passable as a denunciation I have the boob in my head, I'm a paladin, I don't talk to you, I speak Mandarin I throw all the shit in the truck, I'm not a Baucham or a Palmarino If it wasn't for this VATS that I appreciate, baby, I'd be in the Glog and do the PNL Ballon d'oro from the president, while I'm at the WT2L level I have tickets with the Vincennebro, where I go and the Gettino Caravelle And even if he doesn't let you know, you have a certainty, you pass me to take Pack on the shoulders, break the vertebrae, it's about me, but I make them wait And even if he can't see you, a hand rubs it I feel like a fucking pusher, as if my pusher hit you I'm ready, I'll take you to see, things very severe but right I feel like a fucking pusher, as if my pusher hit you I'm ready, I'll take you to see, things very severe but right We were born scattered, not scatterers, fuck me sorry, you can't do it to me It's like imagining new colors, from the terrace of Ale, we watch the fires Heavier the necklace, less the subject, you are who, what, compliment, sure You disgusted me, but I wasn't sure, this is a bandana, not a tassel I go from sandal to Gucci, then I cut Gucci, I cut the heads, I cut on the head of Gucci And Gucci suits, all with holes, cookies, scoops of cookies They never learned the alphabet, they have the father down with the lancetteva I could save them, I'm anacletos, but at the cost of everything, I make an anathema We eat the skins, houses with dogs, but without the skins, without the light Only cellars, maps, and cartridges, years of legs hung on the crosses Inside the iPhone, a chemical, inside the ear, a punch Punch, we who talk about the streets of Gurges, which is true, don't run away I feel like a fucking pusher, as if my pusher hit you I'm ready, I'll take you to see, things very severe but fair I feel like a fucking pusher, as if my pusher hit you I'm ready, I'll take you to see, things very severe but fair I feel like a fucking pusher, as if my pusher hit you I'm ready, I'll take you to see, things very severe but fair Those people are under the bags, who knows who is under the industry In Italy we look at the TV, my robust TV will die I want to make history, that on the books, you want to have the glory, I forget I break the hearts if I step on the square, because I break the knots of the mattress A bunch of notes, like the mattress, you do like vagones if the time is enough I don't bring values ​​to make money, you know, I don't bring values ​​for this mass Between raggi and obstacles, practically, I write oracles You pass in mind, yes, probably, but in the current, with miracles I don't believe in anything, which is reality, because I don't have in mind what is reality I feel like a fucking pusher, as if my pusher hit you I feel like a fucking pusher