[Verse 1: MocroManiac]
They want to see you fall to the ground like a brick
They save the love they have for your tombstone
Keep up that guap game, give everyone something
How can you be jealous of someone who never had it well
Sometimes I'm tired of all that fame, that shit is no joke
When I slap you in the face, so that your brain understands where I don't
It's never good, it doesn't matter how fast your team runs
The boy is looking for a little peace, fuck those commentators
If you can't do better yourself, you're a fucking hater
Lots of sauce but less taste than a sip of water
That shit is strong like that Henny or that Johnnie walker
Take your chance because who knows, it may never come back
It's never good, but they will never break me again
You talk about shit but never feel the pressure
So whatever you say mayn, I will never worry again
And Fresku is me' a brother from another mother
Because of us, rappers lie awake just like Freddy Krueger
Fok the scene mayn, I just chill with my brothers
Greetings, and if this is not good , you fucking mothers
Fucking losers
[Hook: Mocromaniac]
No matter what you do, it's never right
No matter how much you give, it's never enough
I don't care about what people say, most of them are not true
They will always talk from my hood to your hood (2x)
[Verse 2: Fresku]
People see what you get for it, but not what you put into it
How you put yourself into it, until you almost collapse
Those who want to claim your food do nothing for it
And then say that you have changed as soon as you become smart
And take care of your child, they keep an image in mind
That you have to give them something and that they can't do anything themselves
It remains a battle, how do you respond respectfully< br/>When someone tells you what he would do if he were in your place
Why do you write all those crazy songs?
I'm me man, what would you prefer? Peripheral retards?
If it has to continue like this, I'll call myself Kafferinus
The black good-for-nothing, entertainer of white teenagers
Weaker souls, don't whine friends, be more assertive
By the way, Job de Wit suck my limp dick
Because this is hip-hop
No Nick & Simon, but me and Teemong
And you hear from the Village People in those times. Hipster Pipo
People are never satisfied
Haters from all sides try to break Roy
But you can't do what Roy does
In principle it's never good
Sour Milk
[Hook: Mocromaniac]
No matter what you do, it's never right
No matter how much you give, it's never enough
I'm not into what people say, most of them are not true
They will always complain from my hood to your hood (2x)

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