Part 1
Come over, then you can understand
Why brothers give a fuck about everything
Are you in the milieu
Every step considered, mom says: âSabr! â
Because we had nothing back then
Ticking big, forming gangs
Heart racing, bunker' packs in the pocket
What 'roin? Cocaine finances S-Class
Millions worth and all the pissers are looking for contact
In a year all my boys will be wearing Rolex Daytona
Rolex on their arm
Gold chain twenty carat
Pack ' the nine milli spicy
Goods vacuum packed in the trunk
Either rich or prison
The pressure on my chest keeps me awake
Don't give a fuck about the state
Wallah, bullets will pierce you if you fuck up (brraa)
Pull, pull on the blunt today
Eyes are red, I have the Louis V. on
Eyes are red, still enemies wish death
But lhamdela everything is going according to plan!
Lhamdela ya rab, Rolex on the arm
Gold chain twenty carats
And Lhamdela everything is going according to plan
And mom can sleep peacefully at night, hamdala ya rab
Lhamdela ya rab
Lhamdela ya rab
That I can still breathe, enemies are bleeding
And brothers are outside, Lhamdela ya rab
Lhamdela ya rab
That money isn't a problem
What others are dying for by bullets
Fucked everything with my boys
LKA gets cock, can A long search
Lhamdela ya rab
âBrother, inshallah I'm coming out! Then we fuck everything!â
Lhamdela ya rab
âWhen I get out, then there will only be KMN! KMN is the gang! See you outside!â
(Lhamdela ya rab)
(Lhamdela ya rab)