(Lucry)
Fast Life

Dad had an accident, I was just two
My foundation was gone, it was a hard time (yes)
Ten kilograms, what the scale shows
Drugs, Habib, I fuck the past
Everything achieved, yes, of course, mom laughs
If it doesn't work out tomorrow, I'll chase you through your city
Yallah, bye! My brother behind prison bars
Four years, but we laugh in front of the magistrate, what, Dicka? (hah)
Let you run, be glad that I'm correct
If the bullet had hit you, I'd still be a prisoner today
Got the dough under the pillow, but my head's empty (head)
Smoke John Player, say, where do I get stuff from? (where?)
You laughed, I never forget
Your melody is playing outside, while you lie awake in the cell at night
What would I do without you?
I'd be in jail without you, dough flows (dough flows)

Again on air
We're waiting for the delivery at the meeting point, yes, yes (yes, yes)
My enemies pay the bill
They tremble, because we come from the ghetto (yes, yes)

Dear God, I'm sorry for the mistakes
But the Sheytan sits on my shoulders
So much money that I can't count it anymore
Mom, your son became a perpetrator (yes, yes)
Dear God, I'm sorry for the mistakes
But the Sheytan sits on my shoulders
So much money that I can't count it anymore
Mom, your son became a perpetrator (yes, yes)

I'm out of jail, I'll never go back (no)
If I know one thing, the dough flows like crazy, give him (Haha)
I have a Benz, a Brabus, presidential status (prr)
On the street a legend like Roberto Carlos
Yesterday I wiped mom's tears away because of imprisonment
In the cell I saw my chart placement on teletext
It's normal that no one here lets themselves be talked to
When it comes to family, there are no survivors (never)
Take my freedom, but you can't break me
I survived the war, tell me, who wants to test me? (who?)
Reebok Classics, yes, I'm drunk (hah)
And I cruise through the gutters with the gullwing doors open, vroom-vroom
Wallah, no one here comes to their senses
Don't cross the line, my enemies die young (prr)
We stay among ourselves, keep the circle small
Write on my gravestone "Fast life", dough flows

Again on air
We're waiting for the delivery at the meeting point, yes, yes (yes, yes)
My enemies pay the bill
They tremble, because we come from the ghetto (yes, yes)

Dear God, I'm sorry for the mistakes
But the Sheytan sits on my shoulders
So much money that I can't count it anymore
Mom, your son became a perpetrator (yes, yes)
Dear God, I'm sorry for the mistakes
But the Sheytan sits on my shoulders
So much money that I can't count it anymore
Mom, your son became a perpetrator (yes, yes)

Yes, yes

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