I reload the sharp, nine millimeters, bro
Sons of bitches want to be on my hook and I shoot them down
The material comes fresh over Nigeria
Imported from Trinidad, eighteen for a kilogram
I reload the sharp, nine millimeters, bro
Sons of bitches want to be on my hook and I shoot them down
The material comes fresh over Nigeria
Imported from Trinidad, eighteen for a kilogram

Knife fights on cocaine, I'm on tunnel vision
Fourteenth floor, if an elevator comes down, I fuck it
Offenbach guy doesn't care what the judge says
I mean the district court, days without sunlight
I didn't want a Ferrari, no Rolex, no DayDay
Not swimming in money, just the minimum existence fears away
Money has always been there, but no one wants to bear the consequence
When the prosecutor said, he wants twelve years
Behind bars, already on schizo, depressed in the prison cell
You have to serve, send off two thirds
So please don't talk, I fuck your personality
If necessary, only mothers will cry tonight
By God, I never wanted that, but it has happened often
Sons had to fall, street battles that bring the victims
Never laughed much, always on hate, carry the heart of stone
Don't ask me why, headshot, point, click, dead

I reload the sharp, nine millimeters, bro
Sons of bitches want to be on my hook and I shoot them down
The material comes fresh over Nigeria
Imported from Trinidad, eighteen for a kilogram
I reload the sharp, nine millimeters, bro
Sons of bitches want to be on my hook and I shoot them down
The material comes fresh over Nigeria
Imported from Trinidad, eighteen for a kilogram

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