In Sbatti Lyrics English Translation by Club Dogo
It’s a long way to the top (Yeah)
We were the first with the BAPE
In Italian hip-hop, making the soundtrack for the pop (Yeah)
The first with real problems with the cops
Man, you’re an influencer (Ah), insignificant (Ah), an influ-nothing (Ahahah)
Dogo remains for the people (Yeah), now and forever
In the hustle behind the shutters
Tonight, I die in this bed and fly among the stars
I have a bug in the Jeep (Jeep), so the GIP hears me (GIP)
How big is this giant style I wear, drip (Drip)
I pray for my brothers (Yeah) dealing drugs on the streets (Ah)
Imagining under Moroder’s notes (Yeah)
Ave Maria full of anger
I stay in Milan, walking this tough street (Ah)
My people buy, multiply, sell, earn
In the blender, I have a mountain of cocaine with the finest cut, picanha, oh
In the hustle, yes, I’m in the hustle
I don’t talk, no, I make facts
In the hustle, yes, I’m in the hustle
Among the buildings, the rats crawl
It’s hard to get up here
If no one gives you anything
The phone rings, and you hear
The scent of trouble, the scent of trouble
Money is my slavery
And money always runs out
Eyes open at night
The hustles never sleep
They never sleep
Weaned (Ah) from wolves, the street has appreciated (Yeah)
How many rappers I’ve faced, hearts I’ve broken (Ah)
Joints I’ve split (Ah), pieces I’ve placed (Uh)
While a child is baptized (Ah-ah), a man is killed (Pah, pah, pah)
In the hustle, I’m still hungry, I haven’t satisfied (Never)
Shots in the cannon (Brr, ah), shooting into the sky until I extinguish the sun (Uoh)
So I darken these rappers like an eclipse
In Milan, it’s evening, I hear sirens like Ulysses (Uh, uh)
Fixation after the tracks (Ah), twenty years ago, I rolled the dice, yeah
In the squares, single mothers, saudade, sweaty money, yeah
Life is sad, no Saudi
Playing with will-o’-the-wisps, you get burned like tataki (Yeah)
Packages on the hulls (Aight), super chicks naked with heels (Ah)
You so weak, never taken the slaps (Uoh)
It’s hard to get up here
If no one gives you anything
The phone rings, and you hear
The scent of trouble, the scent of trouble
Money is my slavery
And money always runs out
Eyes open at night
The hustles never sleep
They never sleep
In the hustle, yes, I’m in the hustle
I don’t talk, no, I make facts
In the hustle, yes, I’m in the hustle
Among the buildings, the rats crawl