Lyrics:
Töchter bilden einen Umhang
Um meinen Sack
Ich bin kein guter Junge, nein -
Ich bin ein Prolet und Rüpel!
Bei mir wird jeder, der anders aussieht
Gehau'n
and seein' rain
Need to find a way to rearrange
Always keep on sayin' I'ma change, right
(Huh? Right, ha)
Thought that I would've been better by now
Part
think about that Darkie?
- Um, excuse me? How did I get here?
- Okay, let's get on with question one
- What the fuck are you doing?
- What was the 23rd
heutzutage Student
Gib ihm Drive-by mit der Mucke von Wu Tang
Mir scheißegal was du oder er denkt
Ich häng' ab in der Booth
Und lasse das Studio brenn'n
Wer
denkt)
Ganz egal, was ihr denkt, bau' mein Monument
Gib mir ein'n Moment, denn
Ich hol' mein Cash, kohle schmeckt
(Ah) es ist immer noch der King
Der um
werd ich dafür irgendwann
Von meinem Sohn ermordet
An der Kurfürstenstraße stehn die
Edelhuren hinter mir ich mach das nur um
Mein Studio zu finanzieren
einbetonieren, Homes liquidieren
Gangzeichen studieren, Raubzüge planen
Kinder überfahren, Drive-Bys ohne Bahnen
Wir erkennen uns durch Farben
Erkennen uns durch
Ahm this probably one of the greatest
Piece I've ever made in my opinion
Obliterated by two of the greatest
Artist of all time also in my opinion
ein Auge für den Hintermann
Du folgst jedem Rapper via Instagram, Bitch
Schwarze Sneaker, schwarzer Tag
Geld bringt mich um meinen Schlaf
Sexy Bitch in
so wie Karabasan
Ich komm' mit Türken, Kurden und Arabern an
Und mach' Drive-by auf dich und deinen Kameramann
Harbi, im Block vor den Cops flitzen
I do, um, surf and snowboard
For- But for me, mu-, y'know
Music is the thing, y'know
I do that as much as I can
It's, y'know, just, I mean
Being
no seu bloco é drive by
Me chama de daddy já falei não sou seu pai
Profissional no blow ela sempre pede mais
Sarra nessa glock pente estendido do pai
Hey, I just met you and this is crazy
But here's my number so call me
I wear my pants low when I stay high
On the plane in the sky going bye, by
sure
I'm calm but aggressive to the core
Specially when you trynna play with mines
Effing with me dika effing with your life
Adi'm covered by Blood
Der nächste Song, den wir spielen calls by
The name of "Devin"
Hey, hey ist alles okay
Brauchst wohl grad 'ne Schulter um
Dich anzulehnen uh hu was
El Trafficante, ich komm mit meiner Bande
Baller um mich, spuck CD's
Keiner stoppt mein Handel
Pumpe keine Hanteln sondern Stoff
In euren Kopf ich
the charm,
Keep dat GLIZZY bitch I’m armed
Im just tryna turn a M into a B to make um swarm,
Boss shit, rasta pasta it came with the prongs,
My bitch
where's the hate um
Put your face up, can't be comin' in and foolin' us
Cause I got my toes dipped in, right up in the front
By the ocean, rollin' round in
Yeah, you know son
You know um, It's things I need to tell you man, for real
Growing up in Harlem man
And trying to explain what it means to be
Sabayen zahlen 30K für einen Quadrat
19 in mein' Zula, wo ich Platten zerhack' (19, 19)
Um meinen Bunker, Junge, hängt 'ne Wohnung wie ein Plakat (Ah, ah)
I don't see why u hate on me
I go by the game then I master it
Still you downplay my skills
I tell u to follow your dreams
U better kill it before
Shawty in love with the powder
Yeah that explains why she always be carving the snow
Um, you know it get cold
Baby yea you know
I might up the 4-0
Then I
the night
When all the people can't close their eyes (Close their eyes)
You're blinded by the evil inside
Too much evil inside
One Naira go еqual to one
(niemals)
Ich hab' meine Mission für das Cash vergiften
Meine Bitch am trippen, sie denkt, ich bin ficken (hoe)
Geht es um mein Business (Wuh, wuh), dann
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