[Verse 1]
Lying down under the cypresses, on the hills
Come where I have my rhymes carved in stone
Like scars and wounds, on some benches
Come and have a walk inside my sneakers
I think back on when I used to go out with less than ten bucks in my pocket
I went to the club's VIP room just to get myself a jacket (Tac)
The crew's running away from the flying police cars
Smoke their joints on the street, in the cold with their gloves on
Cold whore walking thе street lighting up the people around
Thе heavy years, the lead ones
The giant buildings as background
You can tell what I do just by looking at the way I tie my shoes
I step into your shoes
You're fucking with the group of kings that handles the money in parties since 2004
I'm not gonna ask you even for half of a favor
I pay for myself, just like my bruh
You pay for some minutes of fame
I know everything of my city and of yours
A social scourge, a fucking calamity

[Interlude]
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny
You get what I'm saying?
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny

[Verse 2]
I'm coming back today and I went out yesterday morning
I'm trending again like cocaine and hero-
Even more hungry than before
Like a car that has run out of gas
If I'm stuck in a bed, please pull the plug
I've a blood oath with my bros
Play Sangue loud from my speaker on the day I'll die
The pieces of shit who snitch always sleep inside different coffins
We've the same obsession we had twenty years ago
Come and take up some rap lessons

[Hook]
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny
I thank God for this Hell
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny
I thank God for this Hell
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny

[Verse 3]
Ah, I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny
I thank God for this Hell I made up
I'm counting the corpses on a fucking field
I learned by myself how to live
My father's a good man, God's speaking
I know fear and I know how to handle it
When the void empties my soul, I know how to fill it up
I'm gonna die, yeah, that's a figure of speech
Think of something clever to say
Maybe when I'll die I'll be able to sleep
Just in case, bury me with a couple of beers
Everyday's like Hell (Ah)
Papers for the nth arrest
Sit in the back and don't move (Fuck you)
I thank God for this Hell
Yeah, yeah

[Hook]
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny
I thank God for this Hell
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny
I thank God for this Hell
I'm gonna die for this shit, skinny