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RICCHEZZA

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Oggi parlo 'e ricchezza
E p"a fà 'e frate mieie vennene 'e piezze
Maschere 'nfaccia, frà, carene a ppiezze
Nun ghiamme int"a messa
Pecché si Cristo vulesse
Cash da cielo caresse
Ê vvote domando a mmammà pecché prega
Essa dice pe me fà perdunà
Prego 'o Devil int"o sesso e int"o rrap
In entrambi i casi, me facesse durà
Nu guaglione me facette sparà
I' jette â casa, ce 'o ddicette a ppapà
Isse dicette: "Nun ce vonne 'e ppalle a ffà 'e reate, ce vonno 'e ppalle a ffaticà"
Nepotemo nun me vere maje
Provo scuorno pure a ddà n'abbraccio
'E frate mieie fanne sì ca nu sbando
'O lato mio simme tutte compatte
A ppapà nun 'o chiamma cchiù 'a Compass
Ma 'o chiamma 'a Jeep pe ricevere 'o Compass
Tu rure tre mmise, frà, comme o plus
Comme 'o fals'amico ca scumpare ch"e guardie
Tre mmise, amo', comme cchella gravidanza
Chillu periodo arragiunavo c"a panza
Ce sussuravo ca vulevo nu maschio
Pe ce fà fà tutt"e ccose ca i' nun aggio fatto

Mo sì n'ommo e nun può avé vint'anne
Mo si n'ommo, quanno suoffre e nun chiagne
Mo si n'omm, so' già troppe vint'anne
So' già troppe sti sbaglie
Sule muorto nun se cagne, no
Int'a n'ata vita nuje eremo stelle pecché brillamme ra muorte
Forse è pe cchesto ca desse pure 'a vita si aggio dato 'a parola

Manuè, 'e fatto cchiù scelte sbagliate
Ma no pe vvia toia, ma pe stà a ssentì a ll'ate
Hê fatto bbuono a nun accettà 'e sorde d"a malavita
Hê fatto bbuono a nun fà maje na hit estiva
Frate e ffrate se vasene 'mmocca, se sparene 'nfaccia
So' cuntento ca oggi nun tengo nu rimpianto
Sì ricco quanno può cchiammà a ppateto e dice: "Papà, pe ffavore, passeme a mmamma"
Stà fratemo, m'ama
Sti llengue so llame
Manuè, aroppo fatte 'e sorde si n'ato
'O valore d"e sorde tu te l'hê scurdato
Te scuorde surave durante 'a semmana
Tutte quante a mmare, ere estate
Tremmavo però si ere vierno
Si fusse cagnate nun appicciasse 'e sorde
Pe scarpe e vvestiario
Successo e rricchezza nun t'hanno salvato

Mo sì n'ommo e nun può avé vint'anne
Mo si n'ommo, quanno suoffre e nun chiagne
Mo si n'omm, so' già troppe vint'anne
So' già troppe sti sbaglie
Sule muorto nun se cagne, no
Int'a n'ata vita nuje eremo stelle pecché brillamme ra muorte
Forse è pe cchesto ca desse pure 'a vita si aggio dato 'a parola

Papà fatica ancora, nonostante sape ca tengo 'e sorde
Dice ca si 'o resse a magnà i' nun se sentesse cchiù n'ommo
'A vita è brevem ma addiventa longa quanno è triste
Nun songo ancora n'ommo, ma me sto 'mparanno 'a isse

WEALTH

DatBoiDee, listen to this

Today I'm talking about wealth
And to make my brothers come up with the pieces
Masks on their faces, bro, lots of hoods
We don't go to mass
Because if Christ wanted
Let cash from heaven caress
Sometimes I ask my mother why she prays
She says to make me forgive
I pray to the Devil in sex and rap
In both cases, let me last
A boy made me shoot up
I went home and told my father
He said: "You don't need guts to commit crimes, you need guts to work."
My cousin never sees me
I even feel ashamed to give him a hug
My brothers make sure there's no trouble
On my side we are all together
My father no longer calls her the Compass
But he calls her the Jeep to receive the Compass
You run three months, bro, like the plus
Like the false friend who disappears with the guards
Three months, baby, like that pregnancy
That period I was reasoning with my belly
I whispered that I wanted a boy
To make him do all the things I didn't do

Now you're a man and you can't be twenty
Now you're a man, when you suffer and don't cry
Now you're a man, twenty's already too many
These mistakes are already too many
Only the dead don't change, no
In another life we would be stars because we shine from death
Maybe that's why even now my life if I gave my word

Manuè, the fact that you made more wrong choices
But not because of you, but to listen to others
You did well not to accept the money from the underworld
You did well never to make a summer hit
Brother and brother make out, shoot each other in the face
I'm glad I have no regrets today
You are rich when you can call your father and say: "Dad, please, pass me my mother"
She's my brother, she loves me
These tongues are flames
Manuè, after you made the money you became someone else
You have forgotten the value of money
You forget up there during the week
All at sea, it was summer
But I trembled if it was winter
If it had changed, it would not have caught the money
For shoes and clothes
Success and wealth have not saved you

Now you're a man and you can't be twenty
Now you're a man, when you suffer and don't cry
Now you're a man, twenty's already too many
These mistakes are already too many
Only the dead don't change, no
In another life we would be stars because we shine from death
Maybe that's why even now my life if I gave my word

Dad still works, even though he knows I have the money
He says that if he stopped eating, he would no longer feel like a man
Life is short but becomes long when it is sad
I'm not a man yet, but I'm learning from him