What good is money if my brothers steal from me?
That's the reason why I don't trust anyone here
Wake up at ten in the morning with an empty stomach
Pack packs and run, my head's about to explode, I need to get out of here
They say they love me, but it's all empty words
Where were you five years ago? Fake love more and more often
Enemies before, today fake friends
Packing up in the bunker because we have dreams
It was never easy because we don't look like Germans
Giants make me numb my head
It was the closest ones who disappointed me
That's why I keep the circle small, 24/7, I have to stay awake
Lost friends over a twenty-euro bill
It's sad, brother, but unfortunately, that's life
Don't want to work for starvation wages in a bistro
I'd rather sell Shem-Shem in a disco
Mama, believe me when I say: "You'll never be in overdraft again"
Many days, I was out pushing goods
They look at me sideways because I have dark hair and a different skin color
I have a dream, want to get off the street
Look up at the sky and ask myself: "What are you doing right now?"
Problems in my head, but I tell myself
"It's just a phase," that's why I smoke haze, smoke myself dumb, mute
Hang around aimlessly in the hood, Oğlum, don't look crooked, crooked
Because I have mind fucks and don't need a reason to fuck you up, you dog

Everyone asks for my help
But without money, I'd be a nobody to the dogs
But I don't give a shit about you hypocrites
Drive past the haters in a 7-series
Never read books
Was hustling, had to survive
You had a nice life
We had to run from blue light sirens

We stand on the corner, to them we are equally suspicious
I greet all my brothers from sixty-one
Well hidden during checks, so I stay cool
AMG black, E S 63
My Nikes are dirty, I need new Air Max, all colors
I feel like Prinzenbad because I send you all swimming
And at a young age, you're no longer inexperienced in Berlin
Hundred grams at sixteen, took the bus to Ostbahnhof
Scamming tourists, KdK, first of May, brawl
Small things here and there, fencing for GT3
Same old neighborhood in a brand new whip
Yeah, I flip and ship, scan the situation with a glance
Euro, dollar, franc, yen
Yeah, I fuel my Cayenne, yellow letters, BTM
My boys come in a Jeep or Coupe
I'm half German, but I was never German enough

Everyone asks for my help
But without money, I'd be a nobody to the dogs
But I don't give a shit about you hypocrites
Drive past the haters in a 7-series
Never read books
Was hustling, had to survive
You had a nice life
We had to run from blue light sirens

Live our life and your head, yeah, it spins
Believe me when I say: "We don't live forever"
We're trapped in a cage
Want to get out, that's why we make money here daily
We're trapped in a cage
No, we don't live forever
My head, yeah, it spins
Want to get out, that's why I make money here daily

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