We blow well and sho to us, smoke from under the hood,
It seems that recently he was simple, but became a dude,
The burned voice is not because I have a cold,
You are not a fucking emsi, if you rap about the posts.
Recently the first demos, tracks, deaf becks,
In a T-shirt, what was it, I ran for glory,
We stood at the pharmacy, swore in love forever,
Words to the wind, I checked this counter.
I was often led by the lines of love in the palm of my hand,
Intricate writing on the fence
Tags on concrete, we're drowning in this ourselves
We are drowning the middle one, and I understood it long ago.
There are many watakatas in the area and without me,
They fucking puss, although they don't hit the beats,
So I'm fine, we're not blowing bad
Everyone knows everyone, but everyone doesn't give a fuck.
Don't touch an extra bro, feather under the rib,
All my life for evil, answered people with good, bottom,
I touched it with my hands, but it’s no longer the essence,
My two are carrying me home on Friday.
Cops graze, all around me is absurd
Look bro, don't get caught in the scythe
Powder in my nose, I can't take it anymore
I won't take it out anymore, they won't bring it anymore.