Time to get rid of all fears, in the middle of the rush hour Lowlifers yesterday, who needs pilot's license so high? You wear red wine shoes, never broke again Or fat thing, you call me your high-high Mr. Undercover, new mobile phone every week In the middle of the 80s, baby, kick vodka on rotation Ripper, bar, mule in peace, bitches are deceived Everything starts with a rollie, but ends in Rolls-Royce Yeah, nothing special follows anymore From 100.000 followers, you bomb, your bomb flies like an all-in-one Nobody as active as Achti, you know, passive stone, Achi In between, L.A. Joop on e-bike tracks We never want a giant bike again, regret what? German money doesn't grow on trees, no, that's not how it works Today, still like back then, everything stayed the same in the hood Everyone wants to get out, but rather push frustration Nobody knows the Tupac, generation block Here everything runs out of the hood But what were you there for? Farther, rather Booba Achti wants nothing to do with you anymore Nobody knows the Tupac, generation block Here everything runs out of the hood But what were you there for? Farther, rather Booba Achti wants nothing to do with you anymore ODT, Time OG, the bass is sick Every part fits loud on the basketball court Hit the jib, then smoke until you fall over Lung scratches, Monday I'm hanging on the sofa In a coma, steal your nut away Drive away with my scooter Drugs are well hidden, from Hamburg to Budapest Broken world, children are on auto-tune Have nothing to do with hip-hop, have their eyes closed But what were you there for? Always flashin' rap tracks, the flow is sick, my brother The state, smooth smoke a tip, life hangs on the limit Digga, give him, because the time is ticking Filter Tee, Camille or vodka on NRG Boom, Bep, Celery on Zero, THC Everyone wants to get out of the block Out of the hood with the fam, with the gang We're going up, SFM Nobody knows Tupac anymore Generation Bro, everything runs out of the hood But what were you there for? Farther, rather Booba Achti wants nothing to do with you anymore Nobody knows Tupac anymore Generation Bro, everything runs out of the hood But what were you there for? Farther, rather Booba Achti wants nothing to do with you anymore But what were you there for? Farther, rather Booba Achti wants nothing to do with you anymore Generation Bro, everything runs out of the hood