Zara - Emis Killa

Sui social questi scemi fanno a gara

A chi c’ha addosso la roba più cara

Ripenso a me che stavo sempre in strada

Che ero uno zarro e mi vestivo Zara

Prima di fare l’artista, prima di vendere i dischi

Fra', stavo in strada sperando in un tour

Mentre il mio fra' scavallava i turisti

Tu non esisti, vesti vistoso con tutti quei brand

Non sei stiloso, sei cheap

Io vesto fashion però ho l’attitudine street

In tuta alla fashion week, ah

Prima degli euro non parlavo di oro

Fra', non ho mai fatto di più

Ma oggi penso alla collana che è vera

Come la parola del mio fra' PV

Mando a fanculo 'sti bimbi coi bling finti

Parlano di ice e vestiti

Fanno i versi, io li investirei

Come Vercetti in Vice City

Sui social questi scemi fanno a gara

A chi c’ha addosso la roba più cara

Ripenso a me che stavo sempre in strada

Che ero uno zarro e mi vestivo Zara

Sui social questi scemi fanno a gara

A chi c’ha addosso la roba più cara

Ripenso a me che stavo sempre in strada

Che ero uno zarro e mi vestivo Zara

Questi non sanno che sbatti facevo

Alle medie già avevo

Occhi da furto, poi spaccio, bilancia da peso

Da Zara già lusso, mica ci andavo se poi non vendevo

Scappa dalla gente, son fatti davvero

Parla di meno, parlano i fatti

Pacchi e contatti, cresciuti balordi tra piazza e palazzi

Passano anni da quando rubavo le scarpe ai negozi

Ancora a gridarmi: «Sta' fermo che chiamo i rinforzi»

Manco la barba, manette sui polsi

Andare a scuola per fare dei soldi

Occupazioni, autogestioni

Chiloum, bong e ti ricordi?

Sono sommerso, carta e processi fra'

Resto nel vero, sto con i grossi al fianco di Emis

Cresciuto coi bro, degni del nome

On social media these fools compete

Who has the most expensive stuff on

I think back to myself who was always on the street

That I was a zarro and I dressed Zara

Before becoming an artist, before selling the records

Between ', I was on the street hoping for a tour

While my brother overtook the tourists

You do not exist, you dress flashy with all those brands

You are not stylish, you are cheap

I wear fashion but I have a street attitude

In fashion week suit, ah

Before the euro, I was not talking about gold

Between ', I've never done more

But today I think of the necklace which is true

As the word of my brother PV

I send to fuck these children with fake bling

They talk about ice and clothes

They make the verses, I would invest them

Like Vercetti in Vice City

On social media these fools compete

Who has the most expensive stuff on

I think back to myself who was always on the street

That I was a zarro and I dressed Zara

On social media these fools compete

Who has the most expensive stuff on

I think back to myself who was always on the street

That I was a zarro and I dressed Zara

They don't know what bang I was doing

In middle school I already had

Theft eyes, then shop, weight scales

From Zara already luxury, I didn't go there if I didn't sell

Run away from people, they are really made

Talk less, the facts talk

Packages and contacts, grown fools between the square and the buildings

Years have passed since I stole shoes from stores

Still yelling at me: "Don't worry, I'll call reinforcements"

I miss a beard, handcuffs on my wrists

Go to school to make money

Occupations, self-management

Chiloum, bong and do you remember?

I am submerged, paper and processes between '

I'm staying true, I'm with the big guys next to Emis

Raised with the bro, worthy of the name