Marlboro rot [English translation]

Malboro red, but I feel like John Player

About four or five mil in the Moncler

burn hole in the leather, escape in the Panamera

An hour later, blood flows through the catheter

Do you see those victory scars? I do not accept defeat

German rappers fuck themselves with leasing rates

I've got a million fans

We are Hertha BSC, but remain Union

I'll never have to take a bus again, dear God, shukran

Playmates from Russia are chasing me in a Mustang

I go to the hairdresser once a week

Monster hype, but I've been avoiding that publicity

I'm fresh, my clothes fit after I smoked a cigarette

I bet a lilac on Hajduk Split at the betting shop

I missed the flight to Graz

For three cans of Jacky-Cola and cough syrup, rrah

No more hanging out in dirty discos

Baller' hits like it's a defense mechanism

Maybe I'm schizo, all this resentment

Yeah, I ask the guy in the mirror every day, "Who are you?"

Fuck everything when I can't sleep at night

I'm in the right to demand a better contract

I'm real because I'm breaking the law

And I've got a whole arsenal behind me like Mkhitaryan

rooms filled to the brim with shoeboxes

I've had enough of this and I'm kneeling down

My music ghetto gospel like the 2Pac song

Cocaine, look, it's on the ground.

Kill the Beefeater, smoke chain

They said it's only important that I always have a dream

Whoa, today I'm the one who's fucking mom

6.66 against a signature

Ah, and Habibi, you know

Many of us would shoot for a purple bill, rrah

Ah, you're proof of that

Thanks Ali and Hamudi, I love you two, ah

Tek-tek in dirty weather before late purchase

But still every Friday in the house of prayer

Never again will the tank of the AMG go out

We're covered, Momma's in tears

[Hook]

I lose control on the road

White AMG, black lung and cigars

The car burns like the blood in my veins

And I speak the Schahāda

I lose control on the road

White AMG, black lung and cigars

The car burns like the blood in my veins

And I speak the Schahāda