Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Yeah,
Yeah, Yeah
We‘re blazing the smoke into the night, everything‘s cool.
Yeah, drinking some Lit and ridin‘ through the city.
Mrs. Come-to-me-to-trick-me, I don‘t give a F(*ck), yaa
Sorry, I‘m sorry, you‘re not my level (never ever never)
Trick, we‘re staying tru, yeah yeah
Me and my clique, we‘re staying tru
Oh, we‘re staying tru - oh, we‘re staying tru
Mr. Me-too, but not my crew, yeah
And all hoes smell that this boy is rich now
Money changes everything, but trust me, not me.
And although my appartement is rather a crib.
And every car that I drive is crazy.
We‘re still the same
Homies on the backseat, tru, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Yeah, let‘s ride through the blocks, blue lamp and cops
Outlying district and no chance to get a job
A crying child and a mum that doesn‘t cook
But your head is full on drugs
Put every middlefinger up for the banks and the snobs
And every cop inside the Hugo Boss out of the twentieth floor
Entranched in her castle
Shielded slices made of fear of her god, tru
(Tru)
Oh, we’re staying tru
Oh, we’re staying tru, yeah, yeah,
Oh, we’re staying tru
Oh, we’re staying tru
Oh, we’re staying tru
Oh, we’re staying tru
Oh, we’re staying truuuu
Ey,ey
Yeah, the beamer and the Porsche are cleaned
I gift it my mum in the hood,
all my snoops, my dogs in a club
Passing the queue, ey yo, turn it up
This is for the hoes,
my bros are getting Mula
chain, chain, chain, chain, Gold everywhere
We‘re dop, always stoned, ask Lucca!
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Oh, we’re staying tru
Oh, we’re staying tru
Oh, we’re staying tru
Oh, we’re staying tru
Oh, we’re staying truuuu
Ey yeah, ey yeah, ey yeah, ey yeah,
Exactly, na na na na
Exactly, na na na na