Celo and Abdi
Vega
Friends of Nobody
And 385i, man
Get ready for some serious stuff

Constantly going up from here, I'm telling you
Go fast, don't get left behind, my friend
Good luck, go all out, cousin
Go fast, step on it and trust the process
Constantly going up from here, I'm telling you
Go fast, don't get left behind, my friend
Good luck, go all out, cousin (yeah)
Go fast, step on it and trust the fucking process, boy

Music for rolling joints
Or blasting in expensive cars
Fuck your mother, I need to make some Euros
Rated valuable, trashy success
Keep it real, never forget where you come from
Still in jogging pants (hello) with a gin and tonic can
Block icon, combo customer, part-time hobby dealer (Yayo)
Old guard rap, thirty-six years old
Kha, you know it's me, Abdi aka (let's go)
For the people dealing at the train station
Here you get punched in the face, Ese, no love, peace, and harmony
Come on, yallah, go, give it to him
Something like reverse gear (huh?)
Ah, we don't know that here (ha)

Constantly going up from here, I'm telling you
Go fast, don't get left behind, my friend
Good luck, go all out, cousin
Go fast, step on it and trust the process
Constantly going up from here, I'm telling you
Go fast, don't get left behind, my friend
Good luck, go all out, cousin (yeah)
Go fast, step on it and trust the fucking process, boy (yeah)

I made small E's to count bills (aha)
Loaded clip in the jacket under the Eintracht emblem (boom)
Doesn't matter who makes the cash, we share it anyway
Because I hold this city together like the Iron Bridge
Who has the whiter Jay? Who has the black lung? (Who?)
We were already street when Helmut was still in the Bundestag
They fuck their brothers for a few hundred marks (aha)
But acting so disgracefully is not our way
The last few years were an ego check (eh)
A boy dies, then my girl is gone (aha)
Rapper sons of bitches walk around and talk trash
Do you really think this can be easily resolved?

Constantly going up from here, I'm telling you
Go fast, don't get left behind, my friend
Good luck, go all out, cousin
Go fast, step on it and trust the process
Constantly going up from here, I'm telling you
Go fast, don't get left behind, my friend
Good luck, go all out, cousin (yeah)
Go fast, step on it and trust the fucking process, boy

My generation wanted to flow like Azad
Rhyme hard like Moses, double times from Tone (FFM)
Fuck remigration and what you're planning in your luxury villa
In the backyard, inclusion rules like Sucuk pizza
Pljeskavica at noon, Possmann apple juice
Deals up and down in the gutters of my city (Come on, come on)
Tired of clichés and platitudes, who came from where
Born in Frankfurt-Main, genre: Balkano-German
Not a fairy tale like Struwwelpeter
But belong to those who shaped the youth
Go fast, without Oscar and red carpet
Otherwise, you'll end up in a cell faster than you think, Ese

Constantly going up from here, I'm telling you
Go fast, don't get left behind, my friend
Good luck, go all out, cousin
Go fast, step on it and trust the process
Constantly going up from here, I'm telling you
Go fast, don't get left behind, my friend
Good luck, go all out, cousin (yeah)
Go fast, step on it and trust the fucking process, boy

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