"Hello Germany, this is O.G. straight from the prison (ah)
I thank all my fans
Who are there for me, who support me
I thank all the artists who are on the track
Keep making waves, I'll be back soon
And then we'll tear it up"

I talk like this
Pretty (?)
(DLS will stab and burn you)
Wahh!

Fly with my voice over this beat
110k, OG, no skinny jeans (wahh)
You Missit, say, who cares
Whether you drop a hundred bars or don't exist?
You wonder why you don't get a deal
Because I see in your eyes that you're betraying me
Leave your tête-à-tête, don't let you in my circle
Because I know what you rap is just a bluff
Only real shit, no fake bagging
Leonberg, Kranichstein, are you ready for the hype?
Siskat, sept un, 385idéal
Bring the mixtapes for the tickers and boys in Habs

I come with GMT Master II to the clapping (bye, bye)
So let's fight (eowa)
Idéal Baba-Style (you know)
No doubt, tearing since day one (trrr)
Don't act hot Pinocchio (pftu)
Or I fuck your mother, this little hobby-ho (puta)
Whoa, was already too much (much)
Akho, my team (team), hunts your Brüs
Trois huit cinq i, yes, you junkies
Call me Bak Abderrahim
If at all, then the bars are made of Teflon
Ayemshon, a phrase fucks up your camp song

385 his captain, I've been in three wars
Forrest Gump is a shit fly against me
My goals are a house and a Benz
I stay awake until the star finally shines
Our fans know, every member is real
And if you step on the gas, you get a big fat check
Yes, babble good or dirt, you decide for yourself
Olexesh is currently in business for his team
I drag the sons of bitches through the hallway at night
Little whores want to front, but their legs are too short
It's quiet in Smurf Village when Gargamel rages
Because Doctor OL breeds rappers in huts

Block music, every day in my head is war
We dream that someday hope will win
Offensive, bone-to-bone style
In my area you see dealers dealing openly
(Junkies) Snorting lines
Until they eventually lie
Stark naked in their vomit after midnight
Still have crisis, no coke to pull
In my opinion, you deserve it
It's the streets that make the rules
Every day with Hazi snap, crack the Tresis on the side
Almost everywhere monkeys talk
31er with crew cut and leather jacket

Meet me in the stairwell, (?) (yes)
Fat sound, the Benz is loud
Gang in the house, blow smoke out the window
Bro, no one can reach the level
I needed cents, our walls are gray
Check this out! (Baba) For a few bucks Baba-Muschis
A few Polacks, a few Russkis keep going until the dough flows (trr)
You see, civil cops in the boogie (boogie)
Q7, my hood like in a movie (yes)
I'm a hustler, my friend
Pure fuck your stuff, whores blow when it runs, but
I don't care, because I ex' glasses
And kick sixteens, bro, on luggage racks, check hunters

Phew, electric, this flow is electric
When I was in fifth grade, I flowed better than half
I'm sorry
Don't fuck your girlfriend, even though the way she's on Schubi
Show my four-year-old parts and they want to be like Schubi
Through the city with a tenner in my pocket was back then
Because back then is still back then
And then it came, now I pay Louis V cash
While you desperately comment under the video
I'm considering which property to invest in next, Pico
Bonjour, Amigo
Which rappers want to compete? (compete)
These rappers I send minus (minus, minus, minus)
Your chick doesn't give you, not even a kiss
Rappers are in love with money and their girlfriends with me

Little son of a bitch, you say you're multi-criminal (tezh)
But come into my world, there's only slaps for you here (pah, pah, pah, pah)
We are multicultural, little dullard, you're barking
Siskat my gang (brr), we stick to the street
Like my S-AMG, counting wads of money
Don't have a fur coat, Bre, but I'm always hot (whoop, whoop)
No rat in my circle, too much cannabis distributed
Give you uppercuts like Mike (pow, pow)
Jump in your face, like Remy Bonjasky
Don't call me Ajé
You call me Abi, old school, brother, like Frank Sinatra
Like Opel Astra (hehe), like your grandpa, bastard (brr)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, many who thought this path would end badly (heh)
Give me another two years, then the Mercedes will be steered (yes, yes, yes, yes)
C and A discovered me and took me directly with them
Yes, it was perfect, my dream came true for a moment (for a moment)
Because I came back to the hood and didn't have a cent (hah)
O.G. says: "Fight your way through and use your talent!" (eowa)
Ekho, I give 385 percent
Until the whole country knows me, I thank all the fans (yes)
Brother, I'm running, Unikat-Management (yes, yes)
With you only the tears are running, your Barbie is cheating
Your Bubaner stinks, as if you were burning plastic
I know that from back then, because from today Maastricht is ordered, Sippo

I tell you about the area that is foggy
From blue light or drugs and loud screaming sirens
I'm OG Motherfucker, what's your name?
Your mom has more fame in my hood than you, you bitch
I lift my foot and I pretend I'm Pluto, piss on you, you fish
Come and test me or better not, no
Because here there are stitches in the lower class
In my hood you get fucked for your evil look, you snitch
Pico, in my hood you get shot, little one (heh, heh)
And the perpetrators stay undercover (heh)
And if you want, then get your daddy
But he doesn't dare to come here, because he hasn't paid the debts

Ideal
Two two nine, my city

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