Alcott Zara Bershka
Alcott, Zara, Bershka rubavamo i vestiti
Con gli antitaccheggi lasciati nei camerini
Era tiki taka, gli africani ed i magrebini
Eravamo tutti poveri ma eravamo ben vestiti
Alcott, Zara, Bershka rubavamo i vestiti
Con gli antitaccheggi lasciati nei camerini
Era tiki taka, gli africani ed i magrebini
Eravamo tutti poveri ma eravamo ben vestiti
Eravamo vestiti bene nella testa fino ai piedi
A me fra' non mi stava bene e io non avevo, dovevi
E non è colpa di mamma, frero
Se sono nato una testa calda, eh-oh
Cresciuto in casa famiglia, immagina che meraviglia
In mezzo a assistenti sociali, mi hanno levato dalla mia famiglia
E dimmi frate come mai, frero
Baby di notte sì, non dorme mai, eh-oh
Sto sveglio coi demoni a parlare di mura
Come fare i money senza entrare a San Vittore
Sai perché sopra le popo rischiano le manette
Sotto le popo giocano ladri guardie
Solo che crescono ladri ma non guardie
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eah
Alcott, Zara, Bershka rubavamo i vestiti
Con gli antitaccheggi lasciati nei camerini
Era tiki taka, gli africani ed i magrebini
Eravamo tutti poveri ma eravamo ben vestiti
Scarpe bucate, tasche come le mie scarpe
Vestiti bucati, pochi conoscono l'arte
Versace, Versace, l'arte mettila da parte
Amici, amici, amici solo le mie tasche
Nik mok, chi parla di baby, bro, ho fatto del bene e sono stato tradito
Ora amigo adiós, mh
Prima rubavamo nei negozi i vestiti
Perché volevamo essere come tutti i bambini
Ora tutti voglion essere come i bimbi, i suoi amici
Ma non lo potete essere non senti-
Alcott Zara Bershka
Alcott, Zara, Bershka, we were stealing clothes
With the anti-theft tags left in the fitting rooms
It was tiki taka, the Africans and the Maghrebis
We were all broke but we were well-dressed
Alcott, Zara, Bershka, we were stealing clothes
With the anti-theft tags left in the fitting rooms
It was tiki taka, the Africans and the Maghrebis
We were all broke but we were well-dressed
We were dressed to the nines from head to toe
For me, bro, it didn’t fit right and I had none, you had to
And it ain't mom's fault, bro
If I was born a hothead, eh-oh
Grew up in foster care, imagine that wonder
In the midst of social workers, they took me from my family
And tell me, bro, how come, bro
Baby, at night, yeah, never sleeps, eh-oh
I’m awake with demons talking about walls
How to make money without going to San Vittore
You know why up top they risk the cuffs
Down below, thieves play cops
Only thieves grow up, not cops
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eah
Alcott, Zara, Bershka, we were stealing clothes
With the anti-theft tags left in the fitting rooms
It was tiki taka, the Africans and the Maghrebis
We were all broke but we were well-dressed
Shoes with holes, pockets like my shoes
Clothes with rips, few know the art
Versace, Versace, put the art aside
Friends, friends, friends, only my pockets
Nik mok, who talks about baby, bro, I did good and got betrayed
Now amigo, adiós, mh
First, we stole clothes from the stores
Because we wanted to be like all the kids
Now everyone wants to be like the kids, their friends
But you can't be, you don’t feel-