The kitchen, the kitchen
How often did I sit with chains in convoys?
Hand on my spine or on the trigger
And that's why my Yimma cries
Whenever the sun doesn't laugh
Only the moonlight keeps her awake
Pull the mask over the chin as soon as the sun no longer laughs
I feel lost in the city
But at the same time also safe in the neighborhood

They want to get me
Nine-millimeter, import from Kosovo, a sharp pistol
Come in a 6er, looks are strange, give me your coal
Don't put a rose on my grave
Ah, ah, brother
You see crying mothers, the street is gloomy
Ah, ah, brother
I hear soft whispers at night in my room

Bendo-Bandit
You're not a G if you pull a gun
You never were
Stay active like a bandit
Bendo-Bandit
Bendo-Bandit
Bendo-Bandit
You're not a G if you pull a gun
You never were
Stay active like a bandit
Bendo-Bandit
Bendo-Bandit, uh-ahh

Don't compare me to your rap idol
My flow awakens demons, I'm different
Come and play me the track of death
And the last sound before the Ching is a whimper
I'll shoot your old lady if I want
After a night with me, the bitch never wants to see you again
Believe me, no one can come, you're a case for the trash
Man, I keep distributing bulbs, giants are counted, bang-bang
Still the finger on the trigger
You're fragile like Pick ups
You talk too loud, but the hands, they tremble
You get a stab, my bro is a dipper

The voice tells me something
Get the best of what you love
I've numbed the senses with alcohol
All the people are offensive
Dreams burst because of making loot
Dance with the devil for filled pockets
Always go all out, come hypocrites, rats
And don't want you to achieve anything

Bendo-Bandit
You're not a G if you pull a gun
You never were
Stay active like a bandit
Bendo-Bandit
Bendo-Bandit
Bendo-Bandit
You're not a G if you pull a gun
You never were
Stay active like a bandit
Bendo-Bandit
Bendo-Bandit, uh-ahh

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