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FDW, Baby
Youngins, they're stabbing for the (?) AMG
I want a Benz, yes, with comfort
Psh, heh, Talk-Talk
Akhis, they're fucking for Ot-Ot
Currently working in the warehouse, but want to pay for the AMG in cash through Schnapp
Live your watch, your valuables, car, bike, Para and your Mastercards
Ah, please don't be so picky, yes
Where I come from, don't talk
Believe me, otherwise it will only get disgusting
Back then things, today they wonder
But everything just rats, then under the table, heh
Boys from the difference, unfortunately in the Stasi instead of in class

Haha, in my neighborhood, yes, I am known
Dad's belt made me a man
Origin, war zone (?) Vietnam
Youngin on scooter makes package ready
Psh, mix Dicka, make Cavelli
Yayo (?) like Balotelli
No Face, no Case, yes, like Kenny

I'm chasing the Flous, I'm chasing the Para, chasing the E's
Without perspective, everyone is going the wrong way
But no one could ever understand us
They wonder why we all go into the store masked

From S-Bahn to S-Line
Soon the Hublot will be real
Don't talk about gang life, being in a gang, not about (?) in NRW Westside
When will wealth grab me?
With my boys you hear the lines crack
Turn the newspaper, Kanake, good boy until I wore the Nike shoe
Gang-Gang here to the Gang-Gang there, if I want, I'll let your gang murder
Bulls here and the bulls there, that's why on the phone with (?) Bratan
What's going on, mon frère
Nine-gun on your lap, mon frère
Life runs backwards like with Chinese, you will be eaten dog
Boom, boom, bye-bye like (?)
In the wrong world, as if I were Sandy
Anonymous caller on mobile, everything just babblebub, brother, I know them
Ching-Ching-Ching like Zorro, pronto, want six figures on account
Hang with the boys from the Middle East and Congo
Wrong word and my young (?) gives a combo

I'm chasing the Flous, I'm chasing the Para, chasing the E's
Without perspective, everyone is going the wrong way
But no one could ever understand us
They wonder why we all go into the store masked

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