Mamotschka, mama, forgive me, dear
That you gave birth to a daughter-thief
I walked with a thief, gave birth to a thief
He stole, I stole too
I walked with a thief, gave birth to a thief
The thief stole, I stole too

Say "salam" to the Dragunov, say "salam" to the Makarov
Say "salam" to the Kalashnikov, mafia bosses blow up your panda head
Bikini Bottom brotherhood, we control the blocks and the streets
Never kneel before the police and riddle civilian cops in Moscow with AK shots
Authority, God's law
Fold away the sports seats, come with thieves and kill your village clique
We load the barrels, nine millimeters
Stressors pull nine millimeters, now rappers get headshots from gang members
See how Dad serves time in prison, four walls and me
White swan, coke-white swan in memory of you
My brothers are drug lords, commit prison murders for lies
We wear stars until death, look in the Jewish passport
Star tattoos, don't make deals with guards
I smash crews, but my heart is good
I never forgot seriousness and courage
The pain is heavy, my friend, there's blood on my trail, eh
First time weed, mama
First time cocaine, mama
You know who you love, but
Forgive me, your son is a thief, mama

Thieves in law, mama forgive
Your son remains a G until the Kalashnikov riddles him
Thieves in law, fuck the police
I wonder: Is there a paradise for a thief too?

Thieves in law, thieves in law
Today I earn with rap, still I deal the packs
Thieves in law, thieves in law
Out of principle, I am a criminal, I riddle you with the Tec

Since the tours in the snow, leaving white trails like a Yeti
But one thing I learned outside: German rappers are sons of bitches
We fuck you, dog, on the street, I fuck rap
No one calls my mother by name in diss tracks
Mafia movie, Kawasaki, cruise like Japan jacuzzis
Bro, your bodyguards catch a bullet and end up in a coffin like a mummy
22-caliber ammo, wearing Armani and Gucci
The noble bloodline, hello bitches, I load the Uzi like Vladimir Putin
The stomach is empty, problems plague me
The soul is black, my stepfather injected Ha-Satan into his vein
He hit my mom in the teeth, always only tears and dramas
I played with heroin needles instead of Lego or Playmobil cars
When I saw him the last time, dazed from the snow and high from the joint
He said, "Go your own way, my friend, because everyone carries their own cross!"
Crocodile in the veins, riddle you with AK, I deal with Satan
But pray to God, may my son never be a thief like his father

Thieves in law, mama forgive
Your son remains a G until the Kalashnikov riddles him
Thieves in law, fuck the police
I wonder: Is there a paradise for a thief too?

Thieves in law, thieves in law
Today I earn with rap, still I deal the packs
Thieves in law, thieves in law
Out of principle, I am a criminal, I riddle you with the Tec

Named the son Dimulja in honor of a thief
He stole to somehow survive
There was no bread, wanted freedom
To buy McDonald's for Christmas
There was no bread, wanted freedom
To buy McDonald's for Christmas

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