[Hook x2: Fler]
Boy, what am I? The product of the environment
Everyone around me - my boys on probation
Boy, what I am, the rich people here don't want it
They want to tell me something, but I do Don't give a fuck what they say
[Verse 1: Jihad]
Father Turkish, mother German, half kanack
Don't need a lease, pay for the Benz out of your own pocket
The rich wankers, They don't want to see me at the top
It's best to take Hartz IV and drugs
Ever since I was little, I've wanted to achieve something
Lots of purple notes, watermarks
At night (jump, jump) I had to go back to work
10 euro hourly wage, shitty life
I was 18 back then, now almost 30
Back then I thought I know today
Man, this life is a vicious circle
You're welcome to get ten grams for the friendly price
Today they look jealous because I'm driving a 7 Series
The sun is shining for me, never again below zero temperatures
Undercover-Kanack, undercover on the road
It's too late for many of my boys
[Hook x2: Fler]
[Verse 2: Fler]
On this shirt, this blood is no make-up
And my face , this anger is a make-up
Look in the mirror, see a serious face
Then out the window, see no perspective
Middle finger up to the dirty cops
My account balance - ahead the decimal point six zeros
I carry my Jesus cross when I count the bills
The devil is disappointed because I have no soul
Survival here is harder than white bread
Because no real man calls the police when he's stressed
The smoke that surrounds me, the smog in these streets
The justice system and the cops, they can give me a blowjob
/>We are dogs that bite but never bark
Welcome to my hood, we shoot T-Pain
I hunt my enemies with the BMW
It's for many my boys too late
[Hook x2: Fler]
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