Kurat, poeg, kust sa selle leidsid?
Mis tunne sul on?
Aga mis tunne sul on?
Mis tunne sul on?
Mis tunne sul on?
You wouldn't be amused
When you stepped into my shoes
Every day kinda blue,
So I keep puffing fuel
Mastering my mind
Yo, my brain's in open flames
You know I'm only
Satisfied with grade A
Pulling splints from grenades
When I open up my mind
You only pull stunts
'Cause your rhymes are straight lies
Uh,
Coffee cup and
Cigarette marks
You know life
This us, so
Let the speakers bang wild
When I one-puff point five
Then I spit it like a dragon
Oh, I'm flying high
Now it gets to me,
Why they're testing me?
Cause I'm hot like my friends's
Lexus in this B
I guarantee the best rhymes
In the market
I know the right sound
When I choose my next target
Dial 442
Then hits me up with big red
You know we're in the studio
Thinking of another skeema
I plead guilty to these hot lyrics,
But nothing else, 'cause
Talking about my boys
It's like talking bout myself
Practice is the key so I
Keep playing chess
Old man said to me
You need time for success
So let me rest
Away from the rest
The pessimistic attitude
For me fits the best