I learned from the best, who didn't give a damn I threw it to the loop, it was flashing in the car On the block, the flame was burning, I'm riding with it every day The boys are playing tricks, and I'm drinking water with voodoo Milan, Tida on the boot, Juve is losing, I'm winding So time passes me by, sometimes on the billiards Mielski throws loose balls So much energy, that I come back and listen to the beat all the time From Przychojnicka to Gistajn L'accurat pisga wojak z mikstura, fura, hip-hop I'm wrapping the PCP in my pocket I'm going to stick things with a manifesto Then there's respect in the city It's even better to have it than to have a penguin Let's take what's ours, or more, because we've been playing it for years Time heals wounds, we couldn't put it together like this I meet Littler and I'm going to WWK 0.5 in the pads, we play rap on Deptak Thank you for the boys Thank you for the boys When it comes to dreams, I've made a few of them 2K single, 8K CD and Vosk 300 like Gazzini I've played a lot of *** on CDs My airport to Stenarary is on the CDs When it comes to dreams, I've made a few of them From Rotka to Vodka, Kudek from Miodka And I'm still drinking grappa with my idols from years ago Who would I be today if not for rap? Let me skip Olsztyn Although my heart is still there On the beach, joints, new dudes, fun, fest In SOP, I'm warming up my ass, third year, one shot On Melina, where the electricity is still running I'm not doing anything with rap, I'm having fun like a puppy Weekend flak, and I'm not gonna change I'm not gonna bend my face, I'm not gonna apologize I'm lighting up the night for my homies who didn't *** up the rules I had a ***ed up bag, exchange four features And we'll make such a promo that Fryderyk will be in my hand Well, homo, ziomo, take this gold from my pockets Let me go, I think it was May, Anna German I remember the moment when Hwiao told me, do it And I'm doing it to this day, even though they tell me it's empty Because they don't have what I have, I'm not talking about two houses I haven't changed my mind if it's about rap I will play it until I die or my crown falls And I won't change my mind if it's about rap When it comes to dreams, I've fulfilled them A few, two casings, eight CDs What's up, boy? When it comes to dreams, I've fulfilled them A few, two casings, eight CDs And in Oskół 300, like Cassidy I've played a lot of *** on CDs My arrival to the stage is on CDs When it comes to dreams, I've fulfilled them A few, two casings, eight CDs And I'm still drinking grappa with my idols from years ago Who would I be today if it wasn't for rap? Who would I be today if it wasn't for rap? Who would I be today if it wasn't for rap? Who would I be today if it wasn't for rap?