Uh, ladies and gentlemen, welcome back, how long have I been gone, four years, five years? Doesn't matter, way too long, let's go, uh Come to the stages, jogging pants from Vacid, white shirt, basic, most underbraided 5000 people, because my bro is so famous, backstage full of smoke and horns, the world's greatest artist, I still remember last year, life was hard knock, this year just do it, Nike sending boxes, full with the Air Force Ones and the Air Max, because I'm stuck with numbers like a lock of numbers, and numbers sometimes lie, the calculations say, I'm with 40 fresher than with 20 Benjamin Button, white Alman all the time, with foreigners puffing, I had a longer breath, good that I'm still here, still see the same crises, only from different perspectives, private jet, nightliner suite in Four Seasons, still so broke, I couldn't rent any of it myself, but after all the circus, time to enjoy, can't stop, hold a *** from Critical in Bissingen, wow, run jump and run, blind for blind, very relaxed, slow, and coincidentally they go on my Instagram, yesterday a nothing, today the other way around, opposites attract, ten years, six half numbers on the board, pull a few times on the board, make a long story short, they ask me, how did you make it to this place, don't know how it started, but at the beginning it was sport. I come from shows in front of 25 people and sleep in the Flixbus, perform on major stages in a slim blue denim, to a giant person, sea and high are flood waves, while I'm Baywatch, as if I were Mitch Buchanan, roll a spliff, pure lemon, while pitbulls ring, because they hear my voice over the mixed channel, when strangers suddenly act as if they know you well, you know you have arrived, everything lost, what does that do, they tend to have to call me in their history book, because I advised a few rappers, Rick Rubin leveled, buried a few rappers, martial arts battle, and I never got stuck at a low point, never ever, ah, forever, to the wake become Wu-Tang, return with 36, this is my reunion, Layzo is the boss, as if I'm only for Cuban, Linkz King, like Iron Man in my youth, hanging in the streets with a few bros, like the blue men, the future didn't look rosy, but thanks for the flowers, murder on the beat, boy wonder, I'm Metro Boomin, because I have the word they are looking for, can't stop, 10 years, 6 album numbers on the board, pull a few times on the record, make a long story short, they ask me, how did you make it to this place, don't know how it started, but at the beginning was the word,