I decided long ago
Never to walk in anyone's shadows
Also, are we staying safe with this one-take thing?
If I fail, if I succeed (Okay)
At least I'll live as I believe
Ah, yeah!
No matter what they take from me
They can't take away my dignity (ah)
Because the grea—

No one laughs anymore, Mom, I was at the notary, Mom
LLC, Mom, I think I need a Havana
Two years without a sign of life
I waited like a little kid at a crosswalk
Because I thought business stuff was like science
Until I understood: I just need to take a few steps
And finally let everyone else follow me
From now on, only bling-bling and crystal bottles
But before we get there, courts are collecting files
Cops storm the hotel suite to catch me
I trade a few bitches for a few fellow inmates
Yeah, I guess that's what you call "light and shadow"
Free again after just eight hours, thank God!
But the whole thing has hooks like a fishing shop
Other people go to church early on Sunday
For me, photographers are in front of the house, I see the lens
When the two are in every newspaper with their dispute
They fight for the right to Shindy, as if I were a child of divorce
Everyone wants to win the war, I became the match ball
From then on, I knew this game would become a legal case
I say, "I want out," but they won't let me
I say, "I'll buy you out," but they won't let me
Suddenly the problems reach Bietigheim
Right to the doorstep, I don't need to elaborate
Cops want a statement, BILD wants a statement
But I'd rather talk to a MILF about spray tan
Fuck the spotlight, accounts offline
No output, but construction debris
Set up a studio where I first smoked weed
Four people sharing a two-liter Schwip-Schwap
So no one at home smells anything, we eat Tic Tacs
Now I sit here on velvet sofas and such knick-knacks
Persian carpets, surveillance monitor like Scarface
Still hotels and heartbreaks
Labels chase after me, I can have it all
If I'm a millionaire, you have to ask Alex
I remain a kid, he handles the business with his assistants
I don't hate adulthood, just how adults think
All I want is 100k a month in pocket money
A Patek, a Phantom, and a mademoiselle
Sometimes life tastes like a fruit ragout
Sometimes everyone who wants to help you gets a threatening call
Sometimes your father's Rolex is stolen from your house
And sometimes you don't want to know who it was
I can never tell my mother
Or that ten thousand euros are missing from the drawer, yeah
That's the feeling when you don't know who to trust
I wish we were like back then, now, with alcopops in front of Kaufland
ID on the brand-new Nikes
I'm Ice-T, how time flies
Dropped out six years ago
But learned more in six years than if I had studied for six years, yeah
I saw you recently in your shitty car
At the intersection by McDonald's, police station
You thought back then you'd be an NBA pro
Look at the Day-Date, bro, the Rolls-Royce Wraith, bro
Who's balling now, boy? I get the rebound
Look fresher than my profile picture at GreekTown back then
You looked like your civil servant life excited you
Thanks for the best red light of all time
I still remember earlier, big break, smoker's corner
All I wanted was to stand there and be the same
Carhartt beanies, Osiris D3s
White Dickies sweaters, Riot City rapper
Now your life is only second league, ah
Every day nine-to-five Minesweeper, ah
Back then it was open mic, only Shindy can't get in
Today it's, "Hey, you're Shindy, right?"
I shit on your Riot City jams
I'm still Bissingen's 50 Cent
I get up in the morning when I want
And piss on my old school from my house in the hills, eh
I laugh now, Mom, haha, Mom
They don't dig me a grave, they build me a tomb
Dad said he was proud in my dream recently
We don't have much in common, but I was naive for a long time
I thought such intrigues only existed in a daily soap
Or some HBO series
All selfish, learned the hard way
That there are no friends once money is involved
Paradoxical that we call the label "Friends with Money"
What can I say? He gets a Rolls-Royce Cullinan
That was a dilemma, like Nelly featuring Kelly Rowland
Eh, but I'm back for my magic moment
All day in the studio like a vocal coach
This is not a comeback, I call it Road to Goat
Go and tell your friends, best regards
No aviator glasses, but there are high flights
Just a few things that had to come out
Drip, careful, don't slip, ah!

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