[Verse 1]
Ay, do you remember when you used to tell me: "You're not enough"?
Now I get in, here they all get up, it looks like the World Championship
People like me don’t even care about being polite
We only care about being remembered as some mere immortals
I used to freeze on that bench in the first days of January
You lighted an Alverman and you got in during the second period, I used to run away instead
The same bench where I used to burn in August
Emptier and emptier until I was alone even on my birthday
'Cause I didn't go on holiday
Don’t put me together with these guys who only think about shining
I was hungry before the jewels, now I shine even without necklaces
My albums, brother, are sad like the person who writes them, but I'll get over it
I know that the day that my heart stops beating
It'll be the day that I'll be beating the check
I hope you just make a song and take off
Because if you accidentally diss me for some promo and then I answer you
For the funeral, brother, you spend half of the recording
Those guys kicking a ball used to make fun of me because I wanted to write rhymes
I didn't want to run, and today if I accelerate, brother, I get attached to the seat
I hate Italy because people are happy just if they find someone to blame
They don't even know how to spell "respect", but they just talk about rules
You want to know more about me? Ask the dust, or the ashes
If I died tomorrow, what would change for you? You'd take a selfie without asking
Rap is dead, call the coroner
Until this artists, bro, are not artists
They're just a mirror for the larks, what do they hope to move?
I’ve got a label but they cannot label me anyway
I know about people who served more than twenty years
If Instagram shut down, what would you talk about?
You know I played this piano
I don’t have any more time to relax
They used to say: "He's just a loser", and I got two golden records with just a deluxe
I made some miracles, that’s why they say: "He's a poor Christ"
I've still got my feet on the ground, I just bought nicer shoes
But now you know what I've seen
[Hook]
No snitches behind my back (Behind my back, no)
I’ll bring my hype in my coffin (In my coffin)
My shoes are always total black (Total black, ooh)
I'm Zzala, son of a bitch (Of a bi-, of a bitch)

[Verse 2]
Ay, ay, yah
Tony Montana was a movie, some people didn't get that (Didn't get that), ah
I kiss the scene on the forehead, 'cause in a moment I'm gonna kill it
These guys need a nurse, when I was a kid My dream was America
Today it seems to me that sometimes America's dream is Italy, ah
All-in (All-in), Jim Jones (Jim Jones), ballin' (Ballin')
I'm 5'6" but I get up to 6'5" if I climb up on my money (Yeah)
How much sweat I gave to get on a stage
And, bro, to put on that Medusa
You won't be a man until you haven't cried and until you haven't learn to be sorry
I cross while it's red, slicing the air
On an AMG registered in Germany
I haven't taken a shit at Marra's place
But I've peed over Italy's head
I did that to make them give me back
What they took from me when I wasn't here
I just wanted what's mine
You can keep what's Caesar's

[Hook]
No snitches behind my back (Behind my back, no)
I'll bring my hype in my coffin (In my coffin)
My shoes are always total black (Total black, ooh)
I'm Zzala, son of a bitch (Of a bi-, of a bitch)

[Outro]
Mob
Of a bitch