Ernia - “Lewandowski VII” (English translation) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Maybe I should spell it, to explain this flow
Bro, that's Machiavelli, ah
Knife and culture inside Gemelli, cooking flame
I feed my brothers, I'm sorry if I can
Moreover, my di*k's always so hard
That she asks me if there's a bone inside
We were into reselling before it became trendy
We used to get one or two points over the joints
We used to listen to this sh*t, and it wasn't at the top
And I used to worry about the virus before it was pop (Yes, but another one)
Yeah, claro, that's my sh*t, qifsha ropt
With an earring and a ponytail, bro, I look like a gipsy
My album's out, and some colleagues are getting sad
After all my interviews don't need to be translated
I'm the nastiest, and if I die, I rise again
I've put myself inside these albums, like they were some Horcrux
Superclassico and these rhymes got me to f*ck some chicks
Oh no, the fox has just got into the henhouse

[Interlude 1]
Let it go, let it go
I'm taking all the time that I want
I'm the rapper of the year, and it took me fifteen years
Lewa' 7, this sh*t is legendary
I've got two...
[Verse 2]
I've got two girlfriends, and one of them thinks my name's Eugenio
She says: "He's so clever, he's so cool"
She thinks I'm an insurance company representative, ah
Good morning, from Palazzo Marino
Yeah, I'm so c*cky that I chose my king name, Matteo I
The true Gs sing love songs at weddings
These Italian rappers maybe go to holy communions
The average age is too low, posing on Instagram
I c*m and I take everything, 'cause my seed is the briscola
Bro, I've been around for some time, excuse my militancy
I f*cking hate who fakes it, who brags about it
And I also hate who f*cks and then gets engaged
Just because she's afraid 'cause she's thirty and she doesn't have a baby in her belly (as*h*le)
It took me less than a year to overcome the whole gap
I'm speeding like I'm on a scooter, bro, like Cooper's test
If you brag about some money you made with rap
It just means you were not so good even as a pusher

[Interlude 2]
Wether it's rap, wether it's pop, wether it's indie
I do what the f*ck I want
I'll f*ck you up
I'll f*ck you up

[Verse 3]
Yes, bro, I dream of having a Cadillac, or even better, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan
A nice girl, bro, closing my cardigan
A butler that looks like El Pocho
But I grew up with that Ferrero spot, I'll call him Ambrogio
I'm giving you the rules now: minus and minus equals minus
I've got so much balls that I could have a baby just by j*rking off
I've been killing your stereos for a few years now
But this year I'm going to sleep with my prize
Lewandowski