Part 1
Come over and you'll see how it works
This area is infested with junkies, chaye
I've always wanted to get out of there
Wake up, escape, mom laughs too - why?
Ask me why
Just because of a few clicks on a video
I'm not rich and away from kilos
My cell phone is monitored by the police, gjiko (*pow pow*)
Normal, this life isn't the best
With one foot in it, I have to change SIM card
Brothers are in prison for crystal
But believe in God, fast until Iftar
I know it doesn't make sense for you
Haboub, it's better if you don't get involved
Because a wrong word, Diggi, is followed by a stitch
*Pow pow*, mother cries, she loses a child
Bridge
Brrr, shots are fired at Block
Digga, dealer pulls dealer, it's standard here
People become to animals
Hyenas on coca, after midnight everything is different
Pulling is over, but selling is okay
Selling is okay!
Pulling is over, but selling is okay
Selling okay!
Part 2
Quickly pack goods into Nike sports bag (wouh wouh)
Kickdown on the run from civil control (give it to him)
Harvest is good, purple fills Wallet (brrr)
Nine milli hot on the way, ándale (*pow pow*)
Ãndale (*pow pow*)
Rappers are already shaking before I start
(Brrrrrr) ándale
And easily set everything on fire, akhi
Ghetto, ghetto
Every action is followed by an echo, echo
My boys are loco loco, loco
Welcome to the ghetto (brrr)
Ghetto, ghetto
Every action is followed by an echo, echo (brrraaa)
My boys are loco loco, loco
Welcome to the ghetto (brrr)
Part 3
Check! Baby, part two
It's better to be good in my presence
*Click clack bam bam*, baby, fast life
I'd rather be an enemy of the state, Diggi, than a piggy bank (*pow pow*)
Easily hit ten mille on the head (give it to him)
Fuck mother and whores drink Cîroc
Relax and don't make fun of me now Bishop
Sex in the hotel and fuck off if you do Taxi is coming
Z, Digga, in mode (yeah yeah)
You're not a threat (yeah yeah)
My boys are loco
Give a fuck to the world like Kim Jong< br/>Basey on skull, tell me, who wants to fuck with us?
I'm ready for the show
Soon to be a millionaire, head Dom Pérignon
Balls are heavy , chaye, head is pilot
So put it in your mouth and don't make a sound, don't make a sound, Diggi, don't make a sound!
Don't make a sound!
Don't make a sound!
Don't make a sound!
In front of the police, don't make a sound!
LKA storms in, don't make a sound!
Chaye, in front of the judge, don't make a sound!
If your Nike cap sits low, it's better not to make a sound, Diggi, don't make a sound!
Welcome to the ghetto!
Ghetto, ghetto
Every action is followed by an echo, echo
My boys are loco loco, loco
Welcome to the ghetto (brrr)
Ghetto, ghetto
To every action follows an echo, echo (brrraaa)
My boys are loco loco, loco
Welcome to the ghetto (brrr)