[Intro - instrumental] [pre-build up] Late hours. Low lamps. Same table, same brothers. [Build Up] Lights low… bass low… Everybody move slow. Same faces, same code, Doors shut HERE WE GO! [Verse 1 – Deddu] Hundred flights on the map, hunger etched in the miles Deddu carved his name with a brick-oven smile LATAM nights, Cali heat on the skin Dough rise slow while the margins went thin Colombia grind, flour-dust money talk From street-side ovens to the global chalk Top Fifty stamp, yeah the list got loud “50 Top Pizza” LATIN CROWN IN THE CROWD! Apron off, posture firm, now the focus is prime When it’s pressure on the clock and the window is tight: “Marce, Caffe!” mantra cut through the noise Mind lock clean, laser calm, make the hard choice Nike soles on terrazzo, steam ghost the air From The Island to Cali, same fire, same care I season the moment, let patience conduct When Deddu go quiet, that’s the cue to erupt [Hook] Same table, same drinks, same night again Lights low, money talk, let the bass come in Same circle, no switch, yeah we here to win Same code, same table | respect pay respect! [Verse 2 – Marco] First in the door, last shadow to leave years turned to ladders, earned every rung, every key While the trio ran distance, he ran the machine kept gears from grindin’, kept targets pristine Problem-solver posture, shoulders square to the storm held teams together when the lights were gone No sick days, no shortcuts, no shine-chase talk just calendars burned by the miles he walked Promotion stamped late, patience paid in full now the title fit right, pressure calm, spine cool Manager arc liftin’, trajectory clean he don’t peak he ascend, that’s the difference seen January return, city salt in the air back to Càgliari nights with his queen in the chair Sicilian crown glow, calm in her frame the circle near-complete, same blood, same aim [Bridge] We don’t flex for the lens, we align for the long Quiet wealth in the walls, heavy bass in the song Brotherhood before buzz Before clicks Before fame When the lights go low, we still remain [Verse 3 – Luca] Ledger-laced linguistics, Luca lace the grid polyrhythm syllables click while the profit slid Counterpoint cadence, I stagger then stack triplet-to-quintuplet, snapback to black Columnar consonants carve the refrain balance sheets breathe when I throttle the gain Risk-weighted vowels, accrual in flow I hedge every breath, let the compounding grow Glassware gleam, but the ethic stay bare from Bàrolo pours to stainless care I pivot on pressure, convert it to yield turn chaos to order with measurable field No loose tabs linger, no favors presumed if I close the loop once, it stay closed. Consumed. Executive tempo, but knuckles still scarred I bridge street math with a boardroom yard Listen close: hear the margins align? That’s Luca compressin’ the noise into time. Numbers talk. Luca listen. Digits stack. I pivot position. Hands clean, weight heavy, count slow, then sprint. Margins bend, I don’t flinch, let the silence win. Ledger flip, pen snap, lines cross, deals lock. One move signed, no echo, no talk. Lights low, I remain. No rush, I own the time. Luca stand still, outcomes bend to mine. [Hook] Same table, same drinks, same night again Lights low, money talk, let the bass come in Same circle, no switch, yeah we here to win Same code, same table | respect pay respect! [Outro] Same table, same code | respect pay respect! © 2026 - skvadMC
