• Ich erzähl' dir Geschichte aus dem Hof

• Wo meine Jungs haben kein Angst vor dem Tod

• Die Straße läuft aus wie crack aus dem Topf

• Wagwan Choppa, pe zonă sa unit brigada

• What's good bruva, UK Germany se umple strada

• A1A ca NASA, să moară fata venim peste voi 300 in Sparta

• N-am venit pe cai hata, da caii sub capotă îți sparge fața

• Ayo Choppa, am 100 de gloanțe-n round clip gata

• E încărcat tre să spargem gheața

• Vibrează cartierul vibrează stradaaa

• De la atâta marfă bună pizda te-a lăsat ne face nouă clanța

• Bani palmați în TNs, ia cu lămâie poate îți trece greața

• Cali kush haze, peste oraș se lasă ceața (uffff)

• In fiecare zi, kile peste kile trec granița (oh shit)

• Beste Quali vino la noi, fratele poate garanta (one hunny)

• Controlăm toată marfa, la noi este ambasada

• London e punctul unde se topește ciocolata (hash)

• Stăm mereu sub radar, nu ne place joaca (nuu)

• Și dacă se toarnă garda întoarcem strada (încodată)

• Nu sacada, ai greșit îți sparg arcada

• Nu ne vindem sufletul ne vindem marfa (yes sir)

• Business man for life, scoate Glocku, scoate barda (Ahh)

• Punem cocaină pe rană ca-n Olanda (uhh)

• Sare strada, sare strada, bulangiilor pentru voi am pregătit ambuscada (ambuscada)

Double down when I'm copping the grub

Hit a Ball and a Cue like a game in the pub

I don't know about these bruddaz

But I know that I love

How the game feels when a **** raking the funds

Got her wrapped around my pinky

Coz she thinks I'm a thug

I love trapping she loves trappers

So we getting along

I been a beast up in the streets

We Got the smoke like a bong

They call me Kevin I got hart

When Im riding along

Riding like von

Hit him from the ride and I'm gone

Dey ain't been around the violence when it's all going off

Dey ain't really been about it there just seasonal oops

Smoke like I'm pop but we need a 9 on the block

There a difference between you and me

I was fully on road had them knees in the streets

Had to cut the robbers off like I'm cutting some keys

Fast forward I'm cutting some keys

And not the typa keys that you put in ya jeans

I mean that typa shit that's attracting the fiends

Tryna get the dirty to flip it back to clean

But these likkle men on road do not know what I mean

I got stabbed in my leg had to chill for a sec

I'll be waiting till my death just to get my revenge

Or maybe I should work and kill em with success

I dunno its just thought from a man in the ends