Play Arba Meyeh with Zakariye
Sit in S-classes, in the back, pumping Elqajiye
Two meters Zaza tattooed
Two bottles, brother, escalated
Headfucks, top shelves in my lungs
Ott is bomb writes me now my customer
WhatsApp, Kotti, meet me in an hour
911, brother, heals my wound
Real brothers, fuck friends
Best matte, box owl, brother come we sit Rolls Royce
Taui for the sneakers, two for the jacket
Bulls want to put me on the ground but not today please

In the 9-1-1
Tick my whole life
Kripos want to catch me
36 from the start
In the 9-1-1

Bango kafa derdo and not Raffaello
Hayat bayat like Aşık Veyso
10 years of rap, seen too many pussies already
X stays real, because we push until we go
Bills heal wounds but head is down
Cali smoke all over the room, no one gets me out
AMG, crazy sound, the neighbor hears too
Polis Amca rings but look I sleep out
Canim calls me but it's still too early
Unknown call always action at the door
Uber driving at Kotti, when the shit boils
When the Kripo knocks, hope that I drop an album

In the 9-1-1
Tick my whole life
Kripos want to catch me
36 from the start
In the 9-1-1

Relax Flow, steak on the table - no appetite
In my area more money makes me attractive
No guarantee, I take the risk
Stab like refugees in front of Tipico
My little cousin imitates me
Starts packing packets before sleeping a Beddua
The little one will be a businessman
We keep the group tight, press 20k a month
My bunker is my brother's bunker
Trust me brother but don't trust
Because if a brother steals from me, I have to shoot for your face
Designer cleans soul, rental car Mercedes
Can't stop, even if I see death in front of me

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