Бэнкролл [B·enkroll] [English translation]

I won't calm down unless I send my mom a bankroll

Right at the table, bitch, right at the table

All what I earned I'll share with my brother

Multiplying by 100, multiplying by 100

Down-up, my life is up-down

Won't be easy, so it's best to hold on

Down-up, my life is up-down

I'm a proud eagle among pathetic rats

It's the southern accent in their white house

They really want to feel like it, but they're just (???)

Your tracks are just white noise in the background

I'm screaming at the mic, but you didn't understand anything again

Very depressing face (yeah)

Music flying around the country, someone will say I'm lucky

White fang among the dogs, I taught it from the dads

It's best to not play with me or else you'll sit on your pussy

My life's not chocolate (life's not chocolate)

So many tongues around, they're all talking shit

I pour love in me, so I can be me

You have to get past a load of untouched shit

You see, this is my street, that is how we live

And the problems don't get solved with years, there's a different law

We came for the money, our slang — moveiton

If you want truth, just hand over the mic

I won't calm down unless I send my mom a bankroll

Right at the table, bitch, right at the table

All what I earned I'll share with my brother

Multiplying by 100, multiplying by 100

Down-up, my life is up-down

Won't be easy, so it's best to hold on

Down-up, my life is up-down

I'm a proud eagle among pathetic rats

Put me into ziplock and smoke me to ashes (?)

That's what bothers you, I simply just pick words

And put them on (???), brother, come one and burn it

Multiply, count, divide it

And waste it afterwards, money's shit

Tell me, aren't you happy

This is the adult life, it's the world in different colors

But you can be yourself

May they rap about parties and money

I ain't trying to dig in it, I won't find anything here

My pride — my truth

If you run away we'll bring you back

We came from the streets

In all these fancy merch you look like a chicken

I'm all 100% trushy

Me and you are made of different dough

Listen we're flying across the circuit

Like we aren't afraid of dying

We live one day

I'm spinning and spinning unless I send a bankroll

To my mom right at the table

I won't calm down unless I send my mom a bankroll

Right at the table, bitch, right at the table

All what I earned I'll share with my brother

Multiplying by 100, multiplying by 100

Down-up, my life is up-down

Won't be easy, so it's best to hold on

Down-up, my life is up-down

I'm a proud eagle among pathetic rats