More songs by Sfera Ebbasta
Description
The rhythm beats, like an echo from the concrete walls, confident, brilliant, and a little cheeky. It contains no requests or apologies, only the habit of moving forward while others stand still, discussing who "sings" how. The voice sounds calm, but behind that nonchalance lies the iron will of someone who has already traveled the path from an empty refrigerator to the runway. The music exudes self-confidence, like a person who once realized: no one will give you anything until you take it yourself. And now every bass is a reminder of that. No anger, no pathos, just a fact: some people are running in place, while others have already gone around the track a long time ago.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Billion Headz, Money Gang
Uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Non ho mai chie'
Chiedono: "Come stai-ai-ai-ai-ai?"
Chiedono: "Come va? Come va? Come va?"
Ma noi non cambiamo mai, no, mai, no, mai
Qua è sempre il solito tran tran, yeah
La S, la F, la E, la R, la A
Non far finta di niente, hai sentito parlarne nella tua città, ehi
Non mi frega di niente, non c'entro col rap, no
Con quello e con l'altro, no scusa, no hablo tu lingua
Ma sicuro piaccio a tua figlia
Sicuro è da un po' che sta in fissa col trap
Collane ghiacciate, c'ho il cuore a metà già alla mia età
Non puoi parlare dei miei contenuti, fra', non hai l'età
Che barba, che noia, che cantilena
Lo so, ti hanno detto non canto bene
Però ti ho già detto: "Non me ne frega"
Trovati un lavoro e dai una mano in casa
Piuttosto che chiedere i soldi a tua mamma
No, tu non l'hai mai visto il tuo frigo vuoto
Per questo non pensi a riempirti la pancia
Di brutti pensieri riempivo la stanza
Poi con gli sforzi di una vita intera
Giro l'Italia riempiendo i locali
Mentre questi a casa parlano di Sfera
Non ho mai chiesto niente a nessuno, mai a nessuno
No, lo giuro, mai a nessuno
Dentro questo tran tran, fra', colpo grosso
Tu invece sei sopra a un tapis roulant, corri sul posto
Quindi corri, corri, corri, corri, corri
Parla meno, pensa a farne molti, molti
Quattro in mate', ma ora faccio i conti, conti
Apro conti, fra', divento un conte, con te, uoh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, ehi
Ho fatto quel salto nel vuoto, ho alzato la coppa sul podio
Ho fatto il mio primo disco, il mio primo disco d'oro
Parole d'odio, gente si riempe la bocca con poco
Sono in salotto coi piedi in ammollo
Penso di te, solo che sei un accollo
Minchia che accollo, uoh, non ti seguo su Insta', no
Mi ami mo' che mi vedi su una rivista
Mando baci alle fans, eh, non mi metto le Vans, uoh
Ho scritto sull'iPhone un pezzo che fa
Non ho mai chiesto niente a nessuno, mai a nessuno
No, lo giuro, mai a nessuno
Dentro questo tran tran, fra', colpo grosso
Tu invece sei sopra a un tapis roulant, corri sul posto
Quindi corri, corri, corri, corri, corri
Parla meno, pensa a farne molti, molti
Quattro in mate', ma ora faccio i conti, conti
Apro conti, fra', divento un conte, con te, uoh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, ehi
English translation
Billion Headz, Money Gang
Uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh
I never asked
They ask: "How are you-ai-ai-ai-ai?"
They ask, "How's it going? How's it going? How's it going?"
But we never change, no, never, no, never
It's always the same routine here, yeah
The S, the F, the E, the R, the A
Don't pretend nothing happened, you heard about it in your city, hey
I don't care about anything, I have nothing to do with rap, no
With that and with the other, no sorry, no hablo tu tongue
But your daughter sure likes me
Sure, he's been obsessed with trap for a while
Frozen necklaces, I'm already half-hearted at my age
You can't talk about my content, bro, you're not old enough
What a beard, what a bore, what a chant
I know, they told you I don't sing well
But I already told you: "I don't care"
Get a job and help out around the house
Rather than ask your mom for money
No, you've never seen your empty fridge
This is why you don't think about filling your belly
I filled the room with bad thoughts
Then with the efforts of a lifetime
I travel around Italy filling the venues
While these people at home talk about Sfera
I never asked anyone for anything, never from anyone
No, I swear, never to anyone
Inside this routine, brother, big shot
You, on the other hand, are on a treadmill, running on the spot
So run, run, run, run, run
Speak less, think about doing many, many
Four in mate', but now I'll do the math, math
I open accounts, brother, I become an earl, with you, uoh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, hey
I took that leap into the void, I raised the trophy on the podium
I made my first record, my first gold record
Words of hate, people fill their mouths with little
I'm in the living room with my feet soaking
I think of you, except that you're a badass
Fuck what I take on, uoh, I don't follow you on Insta', no
You love me now that you see me in a magazine
I send kisses to the fans, eh, I don't wear Vans, uoh
I wrote a piece on the iPhone that goes
I never asked anyone for anything, never from anyone
No, I swear, never to anyone
Inside this routine, brother, big shot
You, on the other hand, are on a treadmill, running on the spot
So run, run, run, run, run
Speak less, think about doing many, many
Four in mate', but now I'll do the math, math
I open accounts, brother, I become an earl, with you, uoh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, hey