You see the mother with the crack babies, she battles for the money in front of the piggy bank But they own blackberry, poofs, drugs, business city, fast car, get in, give you strip clubs, run with me, your city is heavy Believe me, we are makers, what is said is done Put a hoonie under the pillow for the penny in front of your shop, feel good, I and Zin wear convertibles, bro, you can be sure Shoggy brings us far up, up on the pillars of the Mainbridge While the kids jump out of the village into the pond, they bite like shark, *** you Frankfurt is and remains the metropolis, junkies jogging for the money, gangsters chase with pistols One, two, three, four, uh, I'm into big, big bands like Porsche and Hummer trucks Bitches hate me, there is no love, ready to *** I'm into big, big bands like Porsche and Hummer trucks Bitches hate me, there is no love, ready to *** Am I good with the cops? Because they have at least two, three brothers in front of me Laughed, ***ed, chill, don't turn off, you're on cock, mother*** Yeah, boy, because after the money, I *** on your bras Chill with long legs in clubs, big balls make stunts Enjoy your pure life, you miss something there Drug love, what do I have to do for the love, smoke blunts Trust me, I'll give you a few shots of Young Thugs Things OL, give perspective, white blunts The original, brother, no remix I'm awake, half high, it's full of courage Make a bottle of whiskey, popcorn, passport Hardcore, ashes, shake a lot, Frankfurt, location, flex, three jackets like Yeah, man, brother, call me if you need me I'm there on site, worry, lunch I see how you move to my beat, I'm full of it So I rap the *** from the front, get a system Even if it's a brother, do it with announcements, YouTube, with video clips Because I paid, pages to zero, brother Under the bridge, the pigeon flies until the morning man I'm awake, half high, it's full of programme Call the barrio, tattoo the guards Brother, I don't know what's going on, since yesterday the quota is so full Until I have hip-hop I have a little more, if it's not enough for you The tape is worth your money, you get everything from me Round three, kick like hot Round three, I *** your tape I give you because the rest is fake Round three, I *** your face Let me see your hands Let me see your hands Let me see your hands DJ Katchez From outdoor to indoor I die for check jobs, run through the city Divide the packs, bro Through the street, not Rick Ross, there in the clickboss Talk about money, but nothing, yo From outdoor to indoor I die for check jobs, run through the city Divide the packs, bro Through the street, not Rick Ross, there in the clickboss Talk about money, but nothing, yo *** the grip and escape from the band How much is in here, huh? *** your gang, take the club apart, then I'll call Brad You shut up, yeah, yeah, do it again, rah, rah Do it a few more times, ride a kick like Van Damme Ayayay, vodka ballad, this is the part, nothing with Zagat Fake rap, I'm a tag brother I make a spaghetti, it's like a addiction chubber I bring the first Mondays until the crack trucker With P-Tabac, I want a Dream Popper I only need ten, you understand, my system is fatal Rap, flow out, flow comes from the ghetto Rap block, where are you, dig deep into your brain Through the night, you come and stick to my ass Really everything in the city Ayayay, and no matter what you say Every block gives me strength Through the night, you come and stick to my ass Really everything in the city Ayayay, and no matter what you say Every block gives me strength Get in the train, so check my vibe From district to district, legend, I know And no matter how many enemies you know Always remember me when I rhyme