She hears me loud in the Benz, pressing the gas pedal
The whole city is blackout when I party
You know me, but you've been asking for years
"Who's hiding under the bandana?" (The bandana)
When we come, you have to go
Whether you want to or not, you can't stand with us
You hear my song and you come VIP, like a Piç
But I say: "Please take this one away"

You've known since Panzaknacka
That we are being pursued by the police undercover (always)
So-called "friends" make themselves scarce
Then they secretly want to reap the success (yes)
Dirty times mark me
Crowbars and cutting discs
Keep covered since six albums, behind eye rings and stress wrinkles (ah)
Through the wall to the safe deposit box
Colorful bills, no peanuts, share them with no one (no)
The street is my playground
In the black Alpina, racing in the 7 series
Whenever it gets night
I stand with the axe in the jeweler's (Blackout, Blackout)
No one does it like us

She hears me loud in the Benz, pressing the gas pedal
The whole city is blackout when I party
You know me, but you've been asking for years
"Who's hiding under the bandana?" (The bandana, who-who-who-who?)
When we come (when we come), you have to go
Whether you want to or not, you can't stand with us (no)
You hear my song and you come VIP, like a Piç
But I say: "Please take this one away"

Poisonous stuff on the kilo scales (yes)
We tick on the block even at sub-zero temperatures (kilo)
Spying in the settlement streets
Because the detective car collects video data
White bags in the couch set
No lies on the recording track (never)
Diamonds on my watch
Who said I need a high school diploma? (Huh?)
Helicopter air search
But I know every escape route
I've been making money since elementary school
And have mice in the walls like a rundown house, ah
In my city, every one of my boys is known to the police
Maserati, LaFerrari, press the gas until the tire bursts

She hears me loud in the Benz, pressing the gas pedal
The whole city is blackout when I party
You know me, but you've been asking for years
"Who's hiding under the bandana?" (The bandana, who-who-who-who?)
When we come (when we come), you have to go
Whether you want to or not, you can't stand with us (no)
You hear my song and you come VIP, like a Piç
But I say: "Please take this one away"

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