Brother, they say you always rap the same
"Mehringdamm, 6-1, packets, fast cars"
But brother, I don't understand, this is our life
If we don't rap about this, what else should we rap about?
(Tommy) Ey, ey

Dad doesn't smell my fifty things
With my sixteen years in my children's room
I'm a winner-winner, I'm a sinner-sinner
Made Dua every evening back then
Went to Camii during the big break
Too much Bela always, couldn't go home
When I told mom that I was sleeping at a friend's
Stay outside with RB, that's friendship
GeSa photos again tonight
Do it yourself, was never a runner
Need the euros, no compliments
Raise the area, send my block into retirement
Yes, I shop Louis, yes, I shop Gucci
Yes, my girl Italo, Monica Bellucci
She says: "Cano Shufi", she says: "Cano Weyno"
I'm leş-leş, Kafa leylo
Brother pushes Flex, distributes Yayo
Coke-Money, Euro, Dollar, Peso
Ella, ella, ella, eh, eh
New True Re, new GG
Stack in bags, no EC
Flip records, no CD
PNL, I listen to "Au DD"
E-Class AMG-G (ey)

Fans on the street ask: "When is the tape coming, Pasha?"
I'm leş-leş, I'm haze-kafa
Home parties, yes, we're stashing things
Today we're building car hideouts
Ta7os are fast, I have to be faster
Pack five grams into an L
I'm in the hood in my Prada jeans
Bro makes tek-tek, what you earn in a year
SLM, when you see me on the street
Greet the fans from Berlin to Paris
Yesterday customers wanted a hundred grams
Festivals send booking requests
Twenties on me, even in rainy weather
Are still outside, but live better
I feel like Pashanim 2019
Roll a joint quickly, then go for gold

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