Eh
N-g-double-e
Brr
Kickdown, Kickdown
Hah, hah

These guys here are different
Armored limousine
All eyes on me, but they don't know yet
What I did for it out there
That's not an ugly Mazda (abow)
That's a Benzer in matte black
Financed by packages with Sattla (hey)
It's definitely not from dad (brra)
The hash is yellow-brown (pow)
Call me on my cellphone
Everything's there, brother, Haze too
Better just choose for yourself
Jayjo, Tilidin, liquid and tabs, bro
First sample is for you beleş, bro
The main thing is, you spend your money
From the trap house to a penthouse
When it comes to money in the pocket, I do bad things until it works for me, Brate
What about bus or train? I come drunk driving with a shitty new car
Jewelry and watches with rubies that sparkle, worth a gold bar
Get the boys out of the hood (hey) and do everything,
What we (hey) have always dreamed of as children (brra)

Kickdown, Kickdown towards Hayat, you pissers
We-we are now another league
Never again job center waiting room (never again)
Kickdown, Kickdown, six Shababs in the Beamer
Dis'-dis' for the street children
Here comes the street pharmacist
Kickdown, Kickdown towards Hayat, you pissers
We-we are now another league
Never again job center waiting room (never again)
Kickdown, Kickdown, six Shababs in the Beamer
Dis'-dis' for the street children
Here comes the street pharmacist

Either double the money or gamble it away
Either or I get my Hak (either or)
Debts are open, for a few weeks now
Again one was caught by bulls
Constantly supplying customers
Believe me, my brother, I live what I say (hey)
Constantly (Hey) on Buff and drunk
But make regular snaps in the area (brra)
Ouais, always where the money flows (always, always)
I treat the zombies
Give him Taş, grass, hash, all positive (hey)
Leave your politics
Do you smell the Piccolo scent?
Jungle-boys, MAC 1 (ehh)
But this is not fake shit
This is pure poison, if you want, call
I'm making dough by weighing packages, bringing money for the fam (for the fam)
I do everything for them, because we never had many, the last years in the dirt
Everything you see, we earned it, shit, every single cent (every cent)
Children of the street fuck everything and everyone, tell everyone: "Berlin is burning!"

Kickdown, Kickdown towards Hayat, you pissers
We-we are now another league
Never again job center waiting room (never again)
Kickdown, Kickdown, six Shababs in the Beamer
Dis'-dis' for the street children
Here comes the street pharmacist
Kickdown, Kickdown towards Hayat, you pissers
We-we are now another league
Never again job center waiting room (never again)
Kickdown, Kickdown, six Shababs in the Beamer
Dis'-dis' for the street children
Here comes the street pharmacist

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