Not a cent in my pocket, Ferro, gotta do something
Take your money, pack it up, if you make dough, I'll snatch it
Always bring it on, the Rasho, has a real crisis
But if I distribute black eyes, it rains yellow letters
Sitting in the studio, again too high
Feel nothing, get nothing, everything passes me by, ey
No future, says the judge to us
That's why little kids jump into the table tennis club, ey
Oh, God that's the real shit
Go back to your city, because Alsdorf doesn't play
You want to chill in my hood, we make action
As a small tip on the side, clear the shot, I have a vest
Problems in my head, still I've put myself to the test
Your best friend betrays you on the street for a bag of Flex
Fredo, say can you hear me? Haha

The past has hurt, no matter, c'est passe passe
You ask how, man can live, I show how it goes
Not everyone who talks big knows how to hit
Today we laugh less, because we have experienced a lot

Kids at 14 start to pull
They end up schizophrenic or paranoid
Man, often want to stab them, withdraw the situation
But the demand is high, but our scars are deep
Drug handovers are unstoppable for Amcas
Because none of them really look in the corners
We are not the ones you need to talk to
Because many live by the motto, if it's stolen, yes, then it tastes too
Better run pisser, because you were never the king
And they hate for the reason, because I'm from Altzhof-City
I have left fake fifties behind me
You want to know who I am, then take a look at my file
Friendship dissolves like a home savings contract
Subhanallah, that I wake up every morning dahfe
Do you think I'm having fun, habibi

The past has hurt, no matter, c'est passe passe
You ask how, man can live, I show how it goes
Not everyone who talks big, knows how to hit
Today we laugh less, because we have experienced a lot

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