Lyrics:
mit Spoti
Asche wird zum Eyecatcher, Deutschraps Line-Backer
Und das letzte, was du siehst, sind meine Scheinwerfer
Sitz' im Nieselregen, Bruder, ich
When you try to escape but you go into the wrong door
And the world as you know seems so far to see
Then you stumble to
Many blocks and safari
down (down)
(Toddla T)
I been on the front line, tryna get it in
Came from a place most never win
This is real life, ain't no editing
What I been
out of time, he out of line, my new bitch she a dime
Hop out that sprinter take his life, I'm talking halo bullets flying
He on that nine to five, I
und seh' puren Neid
Kunden, Kilos, Kripobeamte
Chill' mit den Jungs, geb' mir wieder die Kante
Draußen am Block, auch bei Regenwetter
Die Lines, die
warten drauf!“
Jede Line auf meiner Platte macht dir deine Nase taub
Ghetto 3D ohne Panoramablick
In der Gegend, wo dich einfach so der Marokkaner
Lines, die dein Schädel bumsen (ja, Mann)
Spring' die Treppen runter und hau' mir 'ne Schüssel Kellogs rein (Minimum)
Erwecke den Tiger in mir, ja, so
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
Hallo, hallo, hallo, hallo, hallo, money man
Lass' die Ketten hängen, Deepshit, Citygangs
Nordwesten, Frankfurt Electric
Drück' die Bank vor dem Block
congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle
bringing the heat
Landing a line I might get me a piece
I'm not content, I'm not at peace
Look over my shoulder to see if I'm free
Circle my block many
(Hello?) Yo NotNice, yeah
Roll dem gyal like block ice
Like Drizzy we have mob ties, gweh
Badman pull up inna di McLaren
Me and di killy dem
heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside and it's
on
Murder, murder, murder, that's a case that we ain't tryna catch
D-Block Europe, niggas know I'll do or die for that
Dolce & Gabbana, I'm designer man
We
Got an eight by ten of me and him, when I was about nine
The game was over I was on his shoulders by the fifty yard line
He was a tall and lean
that's three, quick maths
Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees
See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers
When the ting went quack-quack-quack
hittin' them cheeks from the back (oh)
I got the sack (yeah), it's the return of the mack (who?)
Summertime, I'm on the block in all white (Grove)
block shit, blee- bleeding
This a classic off a quarterthing in a beamer
This a theme song, this a theme song for the summer
Gotta big cup of that
And you wanted Fred in by ten
That wouldn't work out
My whole block knows I didn't get here the easy way
Damn, I'm coolin' on remindin' 'til I beat
weten hoe je heet yeah
Ik lach naar de bank door die haters
Op de block het is heet
Je weet dat m'n leven een feest is
Now wine op die cocky don't
got love, so wie Nate Dogg (Nate Dogg)
All-time best wie die Lakers (Lakers)
Oldschool Trap-Phone, Moto Razr (brr)
Stell' deinen Block auf den Kopf
my throwback (I know that)
Back in the days we were chilling in blocks
I remember the drip, it was Voi and I show love top
I came from the ground,
Ich laufe Nachts mit den Jungs durch den Block
Hälfte besoffen, und Hälfte auf Stoff
Auf der Suche mach Ärger, suche nach Zoff
Einer trägt eine
spirit that's what Beau must of felt like
Vision in his head, cedar block in his hand
All I love is my people, my culture, my land
God damn I gotta
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