My niggas in the fire, some of them are hiding in me My pussy, as usual, by itself, he smokes on the table Gun in the trash, kill answer, invites for dinner There is no reason to refuse, we will conquer another dawn Smoke, warm light, there are no more feelings The water is boiling in my mouth, and we do not press the pedal We do not rush into the distance, do not whine, do not press At night, a jamb slowly sticks in my teeth We are silent, we shake our heads, there is no reason to release The bulls are sleeping, running, and we are at zero Somewhere in the distance, from the mosque to the base I'm smoking real slow, I'm smoking real slow The light loves its tone, and the table is filled with bone I start the engine, the evening is covered with a head A new day, to measure the night outside the window, a new battle I'm desperately fighting against myself, nine grams I'm walking past the DPS patrol, and the salon is pouring And the baby will take off this stress I don't need love there, and I don't need war at all But I will stand for people, because this is the street of the moon I'm smoking real slow I'm smoking real slow I'm smoking real slow