2nd in the night, I'm flying in my sleeves I don't know what's going on in my plans These empty talks about rap and holograms I'm looking at my ass and I'm looking at my face I'm looking at my ass and I'm looking at my ass Where are you pushing? I'm looking at you and I see what you're playing 2nd in the night, I'm flying in my sleeves I don't know what's going on in my plans These empty talks about rap and holograms I'm looking at my ass and I'm looking at my face I'm looking at my ass and I'm looking at my face Where are you pushing? I'm looking at you and I see what you're playing You'll never stand still like time 0.7 disappears faster than chat Thousands of rappers, thousands of problems Thousands of people The ice is breaking like cringe Cold *** like cringe This hail is still falling The order of fate is variable You're waiting for a sandwich, I'll pour the sauce I have a new patent and another way What offers, I'll just pour I hung a few of these bricks on my hair You won't see me hanging before Azinkowski burns I burned a few of these bridges A burn in my face like lacquer The dog in the ford is drooling See you later, kisses, I'm not going anywhere Because the dog threatens his friend that he will betray him one day It shines like sapphire, we put the package in the elevator With luck, I made an inscription on the mirror Dżimbe My brother's son is flying, if you don't find Shazam On my left side, an angel And on the right, Satan A lot in my head, I do a lot, I don't talk much You have something to tell me, So show yourself, go, go The second in the nose flies in the distance The second in the nose flies in the distance I'm not in the plan, it I hit the face These empty pesky talks about money and grams Cause I'm a professional I look at your butt and look at your face I look at the loot and look at your ass Where do you dig, I look at you and see what you're playing The second in the nose flies in the distance The second in the nose flies in the distance I don't have it in my plans, I hit your face These empty pesky talks about money and grams Cause I'm a professional I look at your butt and look at your face I look at the loot and look at your ass I look at the loot and look at you and see what you're playing My brother is flying, if you don't find him, shazam On my left side, an angel, and on the right side, tap-tap I do a lot, I do a lot, I talk little You have something to tell me, So show yourself, go, go