(Listen to Master Alex)
Ey, yeah

Walking the same street as last night, rain drops on the Nike Tech
We hang out hidden in the corners, face covered by a rider cap
I don't take anyone seriously and can see how bitches switch sides
Shit is imported, Krips informed, they want to catch the line

No new friends, call it neophobia (never)
Because even without a mask I fit into the perpetrator profile (woop)
I hit when I aim, and the bullet is lead
The vest protects the chest, but your head is still free

Bayor, carry the sharpness like a pineapple skewer
This is a movie in my block, but without a camera team
Pussy, it's better if you duck your head (hah)
When the tires burn, you realize you're not a G

And a little boy smokes a gram
Before school, just so he can be high again
Stashes packets in his house entrance
Even if it can be over for him tomorrow
And a little boy smokes a gram, ahh, ah-ah-ah
Just so he can be high again, ahh, ah-ah-ah

Still here, I stay the same and turn stones into money
A single beep is enough, you hear a beep as if the line is busy
I turn the night into day and your girl gives head
And fuck, she rides a star, but has never steered a Daimler

I stash racks in my tennis socks, colorful like Dennis Rodman
Let the store burn, I step into the club as if I'm Travis Scott
Through the city and a Bira carries a TEC-9 (hah)
If you walk through the city with a Bira, it has to be a Beck's (hahaha)

Empty gaze, Byakugan, I move in the blind spot
Essen-City, gray blocks, where no drone can find me
Eowa, I stay awake all night
And my name is scandal because I cause a scandal (woop)

And a little boy smokes a gram
Before school, just so he can be high again
Stashes packets in his house entrance
Even if it can be over for him tomorrow
And a little boy smokes a gram, ahh, ah-ah-ah
Just so he can be high again, ahh, ah-ah-ah

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