[Verse 1]
The legend, I'm here, don't call me "Abi"
You've got me on a selfie and think, we're Pari
What should you call me? "Ghetto chef" seems fitting
I represent the streets, Grambranx-Kanake
Rappers, that you celebrate, chose Image
I don't need that, my life is already interesting enough
A hustler in the books, a hustler in the street
You're a fan of someone else, well, then you've earned it
Haters yap about, I only listen to the bills
I swear, I've never once in my life envied someone else
I don't give a fuck, whose shit you order
I just stand here in rivalry with my-fucking-self
All of you are just standard, fuck your albums
You guys aren't even allowed to converse with me about Hip-Hop
I always stay loyal to myself, you all just go with the trend
Rappers aren't even worthy to hang up the banner for me
[Hook]
Mouth open, I'm coming, king of Germany
I was young and needed money, but today it's going well, man
Used to be Hartz IV, today a Ghetto Millionaire
And all the tiny cunts follow Eko
And all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts follow Eko
And all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts follow Eko, yeah
[Verse 2]
Do you know, who I am? Don't you know my story?
Go grab two espressos, one with sugar, a lot of it
Who wants to judge me? I judge you
[You've] commented poorly, bro, please go learn some German
I'm the best here, shut your mouth
The press doesn't write about me, I write about the press
I'm still the same, only you've been brainwashed
[You] go on the internet and listen to some Gaylords
Rappers get stuck, while I look ahead
I've got more talent in my severed foreskin
Last year [it was] the Hemma-Pants and the red shoes
Today every dumbass wears them, just leave me alone
Labas, Khoja, Freezy, how's it going?
Brudi, Elhamdulillah, I survived the streets
[I] shit on the past, I regret nothing
Ek is not the kind of guy, who fucks in the ass for only some Euros
Last real Habak, still stayed the same
Nothing's changed, I still think you're all shit
[Hook]
Mouth open, I'm coming, king of Germany
I was young and needed money, but today it's going well, man
Used to be Hartz IV, today a Ghetto Millionaire
And all the tiny cunts follow Eko
And all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts follow Eko
And all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts follow Eko, yeah
[Verse 3]
Fuck everyone, I swear, I'm the king
You don't believe it, bro, well, then listen properly!
Rap is my bitch, Ek impregnated her
You all would rather post, I want a rap-war like men
I changed a speck of dirt, I'm still Kanak
[You] think, because I'm rich now, [that] you'll take away my fans
I take myself out, to spit on your group of buyers
Everyone, who wanted me black, can suck [on that] today
Man, this is totally fun, I wouldn't trade with anyone
I've got real brothers, you've got to buy one
My business is going well, you're all mad, Ian
Look, I'm delivering, reliable like the postman
I do it without bodyguards, so that you all get scared
What? Don't feature me, I don't feature you
Shoes made of gold, we're underground stars
And my style's as tight as a young women's ass
[Hook]
Mouth open, I'm coming, king of Germany
I was young and needed money, but today it's going well, man
Used to be Hartz IV, today a Ghetto Millionaire
And all the tiny cunts follow Eko
And all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts follow Eko
And all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts, and all the tiny cunts follow Eko, yeah