I don't know what you thought, I'm not like the rappers
I don't betray brothers and don't sell anyone out
Even if the mask falls off someday on the journey
That doesn't mean I'll show my face to anyone
I've learned: I make myself weak if I tell what I feel
I tell the truth, even when I lie
What you win with violence, you can only keep with violence
That's why I'm hanging your rap careers on the gallows tonight

I told you, I came to claim my due
With street flow like Al Capone, n3al tabon
Tough as nails, as if I were on Cialis
I am German rap's Khamzat Chimaev, ah
For me, it's no effort to diss
Bring anyone to the ring, I'll make them glow like cigarettes (come)
Maybe I'll end up on Leeroy wants to know!
And the title will be: "What's it like to fuck mothers?" (Kahba)

Smoke rises from the roof, all dreams burned
Our hearts are cold here in the hotspot
With our backs against the wall, we settle things with violence
Shots fired in a Kenzo suit
Are we going into the bank? An empty stomach makes you sick
But we pray at night: "God, forgive us"
The block here ages you, as kids we only saw asphalt
We are boys from the ghetto

My view is blue lights, the file piles up
Because of fencing and large-scale drug dealing
My lungs full of poison, but I don't smoke
How do you want to become when life hits you hard?
Drive low-lay with the Turbo S, chase money, not fashion trends
No dummy hanging out of the pants
End up in a mental institution or become famous
Let the covers fall, OnlyFans

Smoke rises from the roof, all dreams burned
Our hearts are cold here in the hotspot
With our backs against the wall, we settle things with violence
Shots fired in a Kenzo suit
Are we going into the bank? An empty stomach makes you sick
But we pray at night: "God, forgive us"
The block here ages you, as kids we only saw asphalt
We are boys from the ghetto

From the ghetto
From the ghetto
From the ghetto
From the ghetto

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