Maybach 2 (feat. Il Ghost, Stresi, Daxter & 3vis)

In May from the Tyrant
There's a script calling me in this life
It's all a medicine that loves me from Milan
Four beaches in Lugano
Colombian contact, ski with the world in hand

Click bang
Black is the presidential cartel
Demons again tonight
International Albanian mafia
Half the crew's in jail

We come from a different scene
Kosovo like the favelas
Albanians in Bogotá
Attacks in Venezuela

I breathe the real street
I piss on your career
My back's a black panther
I always have a foreign girl
I always have a bag full
I always have some problems

Dark shades on my back
We're loaded with shots aiming at your chest
Ah, ah all my life in misery
Still the real and infamous tax talks about a med gang

Ghosts like the ghost
A black Rover
Follows your fake ass
But life goes on
I change flights, even terminal
Line in my head like I think

For nine on the temple
Debts for the Mary
Bring the cash, pay everything in cash
10 shots on the car
But you don't die a legendary fraigana

Wow!
Cheers!
Hey!
Crack! Crack!

My back black and white
Shop Milan is a pact
I keep everything tight
You’re all bought out

From concrete to the sea
Caviar on the plate
For us, you're just an extra
You disappear from nothing

My skis for training
We organize the transfer market
In the sense that you get kidnapped
And it’s not the ransom right

To bring the dough home
I don’t know how many times I’ve risked
There’s no monopoly in the pack
It’s meant to increase the trabar

Chip Milan between thefts and escapes
The black Maybe, a tank
If I turn, I stay in block
Tarantellas in Albania

Russian iron mafia
Says it’s more fun
If I’m living placit on blind skas
With four ships and makes cla poli tg

We don’t care what’s from Tirana
There’s the street calling me
This te [?] tells me it loves me
Two Maybachs from Milan, four beaches in Lugano
Colombian contact five with the world in hand

Tirana hend Vanda