[Hook] (x4)
I invented this style
You are all my fans
You are all my fans
All all my fans
[Bridge]
(Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style)
[Part 1: Shindy]
Ah, don't talk about labels you can't even pronounce
Ah, Shindy is fresh like a child splashing around in the baptismal font
Ah, digga, check out the diamond Rolex
Ah, more leather jackets than Guns 'n' Roses
Freshster motherfucker in the 0711
Seven Mille in the jeans and the cops smell money
Shindy stacks his bundles up to the ceiling like in Tetris
I'm first in the charts, but act like the last
Ah, everyone's doing one on Shindy Cool
Ah, digga, you're not a rap star like Jimi Blue
Ah, you all used to be ghetto
But Shindy shaped you like a wooden head like Geppetto
[Hook] (x4 )
[Bridge]
[Part 2: Kollegah]
Street code, platinum Rolex, Gucci monogram pattern
Eat the ammunition you cocksucker
I'm slowly getting sick of slime a lot
I integrate German rappers into my tire tread
Go choke them by the neck, broad arms, broad chest
Kollegah is a German oak tree like a half-Turkish woman
Hey, I went Platinum and then waste money endlessly
Bitch, you never see platinum like in the Hall of Fame of world footballers
I show off with Tec-9s on sailing yachts
And don't give a damn ' Fuck, even back then as a child I went into snowball fights with Tec-9s
The boss, son of a bitch, what, I'll come to you with the gun
And before you bitch die, your last wish is an autograph by me
[Hook] (x4)