DUOMO

Milan's a hidden blade in a velvet glove
It's a city that only loves you if you run, that breaks you if you stop
Yet, when it rains and the Duomo lights up with flickering lights
You understand, Milan doesn't show itself, you have to win it over
And those who stay do it for love or for hunger
(I just wanna make this money to spend it)
(Like there’s no reason at all)
(I wear the Duomo on my chest, it's where I come from)
(Thankful for who I am and only me)
(I’m coming out from the trenches, crown of thorns)
(I beat against those who didn’t want me to)
(Take it all just to say)
Yeah

If you chase after a bitch
You’ll never be rich
Everyone's thinking about the money here
I’ve got dreads in my face like Chief
Nobody minds their own business
Everyone's talking like a snitch
And that's why I don’t trust you, boy
I crashed my whip

I just wanna make this money to spend it
Like there’s no reason at all
I wear the Duomo on my chest, it's where I come from
Thankful for who I am and only me
I’m coming out from the trenches, crown of thorns
I beat against those who didn’t want me to
Take it all just to say
That I’ve changed because of rap

My girl in a Maybach
Offline, I don't want stress
Smokin' dry weed on the shelf
Every day on business
You ain't G without the G check
In the streets since we were kids
Guys outside like killers
Girls go crazy for the filler

I’m in the party, mixin’ molly in the cup
They talk shit or good, but I always rise up
I do it to save myself, not to end up on a chart
God bless my life and this trap

I just wanna make this money to spend it
Like there’s no reason at all
I wear the Duomo on my chest, it's where I come from
Thankful for who I am and only me
I’m coming out from the trenches, crown of thorns
I beat against those who didn’t want me to
Take it all just to say
That I’ve changed because of rap

My girl’s got a body like a statue
White as Carrara marble
I’ve grown claws
To survive in this jungle
Because here, everyone’s fake
I don’t waste time with the chatter
I just wanna stack my millies
And take them with me to the coffin
Rrah, rrah, rrah, fuck the vipers
Don’t cross the line
Don’t try it, it’s not in your best interest
I commit murder with my lyrics
Na-na-na, today I’m feelin’ good
I made the profit, did my duty
I’m adding more chains to the collection
And Rollies on the wrists
These bitches hate me, why? But they’re my fans
I’m smokin’ gas, shout-out to that entertainment
Don’t ask me what’s in my glass
It's horny after a bag of honey
It's bust down plain, serial numbers on a foreign
Ghost mode with no lights on

I’m in the party, mixin’ molly in the cup
They talk shit or good, but I always rise up
I do it to save myself, not to end up on a chart
God bless my life and this—

I just wanna make this money to spend it
Like there’s no reason at all
I wear the Duomo on my chest, it's where I come from
Thankful for who I am and only me
I’m coming out from the trenches, crown of thorns
I beat against those who didn’t want me to
Take it all just to say
That I’ve changed because of rap

(I just wanna make this money to spend it)
(I wear the Duomo on my chest, it's where I come from)
(God bless my life and this trap)
(I just wanna make this money)