I'm not a drug addict, I'm not a drug addict I'm a drug addict I'm a drug addict I'm a drug addict I'm a drug addict Someone asks for a photo Who the *** am I? 100 for 100, my 8200 Earlier we only played for respect Syndrome, a gang that rules the city I have a 7 in my heart I would like to have doubt on wax Park the car at the check-in and play the bass I make a music with my taste I listen, I write, I speak and I try to repeat it To live here is easy for those who Make hundreds of tubes to kill the boredom And they spit dirt from the spit There is no one, Jacek bought one for ***'s sake O.S.P. greetings for the boys E.L.O. C.A.Q. C.A.Q. what do you want? I'll stay where I was Today half of my wife, so much of a child And everything I dreamed about Rap on vinyl Wait a minute, Patro, still on wine Because without this love I would not be like today We burn hands for the fate of those who We burn hands for the fate of those who For England, for London, for Ireland, for Belfast and the rest Wherever I will always be 8-3-200 Because without this love I would not be like today Being an adult and to be there for a while To high five with those Who left, if they hear what I say They know We had little, so we wanted to get everything Vodka, boisko, clean shot, kill the clean Low step, I know, my name is there And I was throwing slogans I don't want to get out of here And for you to know where it comes from Peace for good people and their families I have to do it to fall asleep So the city knows that I remember about it I wasn't a star or a slogan Like I was chasing a trotter Mother, I don't hurt strangers, I still don't see the force Banknotes, look, everyone wants to have a lot I'm milchnekops, nimal, boron, avaremi Their cabaret, their case, I'll fill them with rap To then go drink On the side, 8-3, here I felt like the best Thin PS, AWP I don't say Tok Tok, where is Sokton I don't give a ***, I run as much as I can Wait, Patron, I have to say something else Because without this love I wouldn't be who I am today We shake hands For the fate of those who are in England For London, Finland, Isabel, Fast and the rest Wherever I am, I will always be 8-3 Because without this love I wouldn't be who I am today They will be adults And to be there for a while To give high fives to those Who don't hear what I'm saying from the rain They know Because I was playing in clubs Numa, Numa, not Grand Puba Today I'm going back in time like Newmark I don't care about this gang, in the past they were with me Those boys from the airport went to Albion We're strangers, we don't care Let's go in a tango, you'll chase Ganja I'll chase, because I had a race with Ganja For my brothers, who I see once a year Yo Copden, Dix, Maruda On my ears, beautiful, I'm going to the market I'm not flying, because I don't have wings I see the moments I lived here when I was a shooter Home, home, plus, minus, bunker, mafia It hits the kids, who are still chasing here I'm coming back whenever I can, whenever the time is right Here I'm born, here on the wood My land, my family, my people and my home My land, my family, my people and my home My land, my family, my people and my home That's all, Patrons probably know who you are 800-200 My home is here 800-200 My home is here 800-200 My home is here 800-200 My home is here 800-200 My home is here 800-200