Prr!

A friendly hand then turns back like an opp
I carry the hammer on my waist like Thor has
They want to kill me, enemies I don't even know how many there are (are, are, are)
You can't touch, so you're just a damn loudmouth
So you just want the fame, bitch why are you barking at me?
You don't even have merit, your product doesn't show up on the radar
Takes lives sealed, comes flying from the Wahren
I stay lowkey, in case the police ever locate me
Yo, brother, I'm not a driller, fuck those who are killers
They put my photo on Tidal, I'm a pillar of music
Brother, I'm not even a singer (No), if I slap you
Why do you act like a gangster? With me it doesn't work, fake, yo

Waking up without sleeping, for me that's something normal
You deal with junkies, I escape into the sea
Your friend is a junkie, at the block's point to hustle
Don't compare yourself to me, I don't even know how to rap

I've ridden four motorcycles, you're crying over girlfriends (terrible)
Don't say I lie in the songs, you're making it up (What?)
So many betrayals, you don't even know your side anymore
You signed a contract, you don't have money in the bank (no, no)

Neither German car (bush), nor Spanish car either (bush, bush)
Crazy, if you're broke, So did it to you, rat
When I cross paths with him, I tell him to his face there's no loudmouth (bush)
When I cross paths with him, La Vendi doesn't even exist anymore, yah

A-a friendly hand then turns back like an opp
I carry the hammer on my waist like Thor has
They want to kill me, enemies I don't even know how many there are (nah)
They can't touch me, so you're just a damn loudmouth
Yo, brother, I'm not a driller, fuck those who are killers (no)
They put my photo on Tidal, I'm a pillar of music
Brother, I'm not even a singer, if I slap you (no)
Why do you act like a gangster? (Oh-oh), with me it doesn't work, fake

Free Sufian, hey free Mustafa
Free Sufian, hey free Mustafa
Free Sufian, hey free Mustafa
Free el Fat, and free el Fat
Grrt, paw

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