Verse 1

You don’t know me well I ain’t trying be famous

Live in USA i don’t want to die nameless

I came from northeast and my name is frighten Chyngyz

Hustle only hard I never messed with the fake kids

If ill get famous you won’t get it how I made this

I’ll be driving on the highway later tomorrow

Never seen a Kyrgyz hustling in Chicago

Look at the mirror I ama gain follow

Mirror mirror mirror Mirror on the wall

Tell me who the fairest from my country poor ?

Tell me what to do when

There is nothing to fighting for

I might turn my manner mode right into a hardcore

If I am smoking stuff I don’t mix tobacco if I am drinking whiskey I might watch at Fargo

In a country resident where you have embargo Central Asian boy I might been as el chapo

Chip chip chip the oracle

I’ll build my house in Karakol

Sometimes I believe in a miracle

Never messed with spiritual

You have to pay it is critical

There is no such thing as minimum

Don’t go crazy when left alone in four corner room

I told them I’ll get it cuz my rap is better

I am spitting the venom I am trying to spread this letter

I am giving thug manner living up in the phantom

You don’t need premises just give it a blow kiss

My city is too small

Wait until you at Black list

I did all my best just to make it out of mountain

Breeze the air is too dry in Bishkek city with the smoke mist

Whats inside homie only thing is to focus

I had to pay the price to get all these dollars

Stepping under old people, you know death follow

Remember you are a small figure

If you ain’t meaningful

The universe doesn’t spin around you even if you have fever

Thank you god, alhamduillah I found my soul equal

I don’t need this rap I just want you to be free too

Only coming here felt it - surrounded by evil

I care about my family I don’t care about this greed bro

You’ll understand it boy when your life is being squeezed yo

New York made me feel inside boxes, antifreezers

Every corner supermarket wants to cut you with scissors

If you won’t follow the system

You’ll end up in the streets yo

I am a gold digger I came here to feed my all family

There is no rocket science you don’t need know the astronomy

Bicycle was invented don’t end up in the felony

Only one faith it helped me deal with this irony

Chip Chip Chip the oracle

I’ll build my house in Karakol

Sometimes I believe in a miracle

Never messed with spiritual

You have to pay it is critical

There is no such thing as minimum

Don’t go crazy when left alone in the four corner room

I told them I’ll get it cuz my rap is better

I am spitting the venom I am trying to spread this letter

I am giving thug manner living in the the phantom

You don’t need premises just give it a blow kiss

My city is too small

Wait until you at the Black list

I did all my best just to make it out of mountain breeze the air is too dry in Bishkek city with the smoke mist

Whats inside homie only thing is to focus