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Not even four years old and I took to the streets At age of twelve with the cigarette Sciacato go on, this are your dues Mom give me the strength and I'll fill your pockets Let's not talk about school, I dropped 3 years I used to write school essays that give you chills Let's not talk about friends, I only have mates And if you skip school you are just muds Two-meter plants planted in the valleys Now I've started making money out of horses I make a team with the craziest shins Givе me the shirt with the numbеr 9 I went in that I was bad and came out a champion There are those who resent it and begin to bad-mouth Because in just three months I have already started to earn I did things without using my head A fugitive standing in the crowd When you lie down close the bolt You wake up at home and see this psycho It looks like a living room and instead it is a police barrack They look honest but they are pieces of sh*t Listen to your brother, try to escape Run as fast as you can, and don't ever stop [?]
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