Riders in the car, No one imitate you Like the officers of the state called Spain heard you tell yourself you also ride a gator but your name is somewhere else than from a distant point Your kind of a poster boy Because you get more nose than a kloster boy Hold up Don't giggle in front of camera's and posters, boy Your backup dancers are guys too and that's lately five years back Everyone does the same But the acres are expensive What have you done? Fks no punk Even we were everywhere before you lapped here do your best, policeman You think you're the best, mongol You can't beat me because I'm the best, mongol Dude, you got respect, mongol Lol This is living the dream Night was beating in the beat So sick, on fleek I'm in the city You're sick and I'm shrieking So contact your mental and contact your soul Cause it's all a boom, hard Baller, boom, kick Groupie so cool that they all snoop You're on the street where you never poop in Don't lie to your neighbor but your work doesn't do anything And maybe they're making fun of us today They know my name because we're used to it And no one wanted me but we moved on So that's why we're stunting now and they know the state So get in the crane, ey, ey, ey Crane 2, bank 2, pay, pay Oh yeah, oh no Mayday, mayday Keep to the city, get here Climb in face shop with a good bunch of beer Climb in the hotel that's fighting for this They can have blacks We can get in and have checks But we think about *** until I can see it Oh wait Pimples in the car Dude, I'm not with us because I'm here for the start Now scream I hear you telling that you're also a blogger and that you've been somewhere else for a while Sick of, sick of, sick of Sick of, sick of, sick of Sick of, sick of, sick of Sick of, sick of, sick of Pimples in the car Dude, I'm not with us because I'm here for the start Now scream I hear you telling that you're also a blogger and that you've been somewhere else for a while Sick of, sick of, sick of Sick of, sick of, sick of Sick of, sick of, sick of I come from a time where everyone was rapping and came with that verse That's to kill Where you still got claps if you enjoyed the figure The duet didn't play And no one had deals No one had money for Louie No one sang a refrain We rapped that K.O.L.O. beat From the beginning to the end And went without mixing Online and the garage was empty Rooms were full We didn't give a *** about the crack I wanted your attention so you would listen And listen to my story Shut up and respect me Respect for the art What a crazy joke Half of my lyrics are not finished yet Dominate when I improvise And I made them A crowd out of their pockets But no boat on the bank Drive in the closet Money on the couch Leave a P.K. Not even a watch from Psycho Shoes from Nike Or a new TV Hey, no BS2 Well, I kept it locked I got the cash Got hit Rode from Groningen to Nijmegen or Dortmund MVP wearing With Tox, *** it, done One paper on the couch Quiet Talk about *** We do everything on nil Man, ***ing real Didn't dare to be myself I wore a cape for the movie But Satie was there Yes, Satie was there Pretending to be yourself Your story was not true Hati, then he makes a complaint With Azi, then he talks to you Until I find myself again Then he plays Go 0-5-0 0-5-0 0-5-0 Boy, you can tell that your eyes are blue And that you're just an analyst 0-5-0 0-5-0 Boy, you can tell that your eyes are blue And that you're just an analyst 0-5-0