{ Part 1 }
Awake at night
Due to the hatred so come if you can, just take away your hand.
Each sentence, that you think of staying behind me makes yourself a victim. I thank the magic.
My team on the wall, so don't talk long but fight like a man.
Or keep your hands away from the things that you don't even understand, 'cause with all what you can.
Sick, when I see what you're doing together. Still awesome, but walking alone chillin'.
So fuck your movie, 'cause I leechin' myself, not selling my ass for the fame.
Eyes are red with anger in my stomach and would rather be dead than be part of your crowd.
If you checked what you're rapping, you should also satisfy, then you'll know my sound.
I hate them too, but what upsets me is the envy in the eyes, makes money so dirty.
The aura, so ugly. The image of gangsters that not even herself could believe what she said.
Last wolf around my finger, your fanbase only small children
And the eggs you give to the internet here doesn't make you a man, but makes you disabled.
Here everything's real, 100%, we don't care what you think. 'Cause at the end of the day, only one knows who you are, and you don't know everything yet. Driving BVGs and no Benz all your rappers no more than fans.
Tell stories like Men with beards, but everything's just fairy tales of creaking and gangs.
{ Hook x2 }
Your success will be sacrifice. You bring him no bullshit, real-makers, take or leave. Name bastard, the head above water or drown. You must be what you say you are or be quiet you child.
'Cause in life we'll see how hardcore you are.
{ Part 2 }
They talk so much 'bout Gangster rap, about gangbanging in the business. But your eggs come in the net on the street then they're gone. The internet chef but outside a Kek, not what you must do to earn my respect.
I give y'all 1 minute out there, in real-life, before y'all get wrecked.
The knee on his chest, the pressure on the throat, the fear in the head and your breath goes away.
Then one more time bring your comment at me then hang yourself.
Who of you can 1 vs 1 when the circle is complete? Who else is real, even without music, who's got more honour than the enemy? Who's talking again about all the deeds that he's already accomplished because of cocaine? So much dirt on the road, all just small stones in front of a goal.
But nothing keeps me from my way to go, as my level is much higher than yours.
Come on ma' high when you can, or stay here where you lie.
'Cause where I am, you have to plow harder and more often renounce what you love. Not only talk, but when it's getting hard, 'cause only gangsters when it comes to day again, I just ask "which one of you is still hardcore"?
{ Hook x2 }