Ooh,
Tracy, do that *.
I'm a tourist, I'm a tourist.
On your flow, Chicago, I leave a * streak.
But what's Compton?
Your job is to take it back without a condom.
You went up, you're a pearl.
You're the ugly copy, you're my sperm.
You cover your ears, you always have a blanket.
In Iceland, converted for fashion.
You don't know a * about religion.
You're a cineaphore, but you're white.
But what's Lil Dark?
You're just a pussy ass.
You like the slang, US of Gallagher.
Your rhymes are use and throw.
You disabled Instagram for the shitty quintalates.
Tell me how many know that your profile is a stick.
But what's Mandante?
Not even a day in jail.
You wanted to be a gala,
you didn't want to be a singer.
They hate the Maranzas.
You have to thank Plaza.
The only thing about you is your mom.
You're my clone, you're a fan.
You don't sleep at night to look at my Instagram.
You take notes for everything I write and say.
You copy my flow, my personality.
All of Italy knows that everything I say is true.
If I see Margola, I'll make her fall in love.
You don't know what to do,
I always have the news.
I slipped,
broke my ass,
I had to change the city.
Make Italy great again.
You're thinking about me, I think you're gay.
If I wasn't there, you wouldn't exist.
You slipped, broke my ass, I'm in your thoughts.
You're not a Muslim, your last name is Barbieri.
Chicago, you lived it as a tourist.
On your flow, Chicago, I leave a shitty stripe.