(808 Mafia)
Ey

I'm keeping the circle small now
No, no one else is coming in
We are alone, alone
We are alone, alone
They want to be from 36
They want to go to 361
Don't talk on the phone, it's too hot
Screw your circle of friends

Alone, alone, alone, alone (all alone, ey)
Alone, alone, alone, alone (ey)
(You know what's up, yeah)

All my bros are on crime (361)
Gas to my hoes, I stay alone
Porsche 911 (yeah), yeah, I slide, slide, slide (skrrt)
Drive through 361 (yeah) with my stick on my side (nyoom)
I stay alone (yeah), die as a legend (ey)
Rick Owens pants, I don't wear New Balance (ey)
THC, ADS (THC, yeah)

Schlesi to Hallesches (yeah)
On the streets since '01 (uh)
If we have nothing, we steal yours

Ah (yeah), hah
I feel like Sosa in the Benz
Kiss the eyes of my fans
I'm outside, collecting bands
I'm outside, I have to make money
Don't want to go to jail like Kodak (yeah)
Free Yasin and free Palestine
We fuck mother at eighteen (ah)
Young Gs like Atlanta (yeah)

Chase E's like a banker
Merkez, hang in the center
RB puts Purp' in the Fanta
Big houses the agenda (na-na)
I think, she loves me like Sosa
Yeah, I refine my soda

Alone, alone, alone, alone (all alone, ey)
Alone, alone, alone, alone (ey)

Double G belt, I sit U8
It's not safe in 61 at night

I spent hours on Haze
Chill on the toilet, made customers
Only in school for twenties and go during the break
The next day I do it again
And my friends, they picked me up
I sit in the back in Air Max and Burberry scarf

Screw the Abi, everything doesn't matter (yeah)
Legends bombing, Spreewaldplatz (Bitch)
Reminds me of my childhood
Where I sat on my tricycle with a cigarette (yeah)
36, 61, fuck the cops, ask no questions
Rather I sit for years in Moabit and stay alone (yeah)

Alone, alone, alone, alone (yeah, gang, you know what's up)
Alone, alone, alone, alone (ADS, THC, ah)

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