As a little boy, I grew up in a shithole Big family, clear quarrels with machetes I'm disappointed with cannabis, the sense, because I live in the dirt How often do we imagine ourselves, that's a bad dream The train has left, I don't need a card anymore Head *** from all the back and forth Empty the store, for one more nose Boys in the hood are on their way, no more breath We are on the street, people say we are godless But no one knows where you grew up with God Do you fly high, do you come to the abyss more often? But you stay down, tics are packed like 08 course Lean back when we roll in the dance Cousin, make a vlog, no stress Lean back, make the hood my guild Paf, paf, the Cuban ship burns Lean back when we roll in the dance Cousin, make a vlog, no stress Lean back, make the hood my guild Paf, paf, the Cuban ship burns Parents are in despair and they say goodbye to Germany Because they live us again in Germany We are fighting every day in the big city You give minus because the word has no weight This is the circle of friends with whom you should not chill With this circle of friends you will get behind bars This is not a lifestyle, this is a hunting instinct This is a boy who brings the hood on the map Who of you little pussies wants to tell me something about drugs? Come over here, then you can see You run after the money as if money would solve the problems But money makes the problems rain Lean back when we roll in the dance Cousin, make a vlog, no stress Lean back, make the hood my guild Paf, paf, the Cuban ship burns Lean back when we roll in the dance Cousin, make a vlog, no stress Lean back, make the hood my guild Paf, paf, the Cuban ship burns Cousin, make a vlog, no stress Lean back, make the hood my guild Paf, paf, the Cuban ship burns Lean back, make the hood my guild