Bullz aj, hed like bullz aj
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We represent brothers, godfathers and our region
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It's like being a dragon
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I spit fire, it falls in the start
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Rima crushes you like hell
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Mangup, the hero dies young and deaf
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That's the story, you choose either the end or the path
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You have an ID card, a passport, your legs still serve you
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If you get stuck at the end, you have crazy dark circles
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Comrade, we are products of the system, the regulation of the mind
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Because it gets out of your step, like a painter with a lot of creativity
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You do it on purpose
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I haven't laughed so much since the Amen parody
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And the sirens take me seriously, they're coming for me, you're rapping about it
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Come on, tell them what you look like when they break you
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You weren't, you choose, so you live someone else's dreams
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I will be there, from the beginning to the end point
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I'm here like a vector, I want your money Beko
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I want my money
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Just raw talent, raw talent
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I get respect when I wipe ass with him
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Your respect does not feed me and does not pay my bills
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I make this music, I don't have a kuna from it
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I still spend on her as if she is like a whore
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And I wanted to marry her and exchange wedding rings
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I swear by my people, zika wants to take it from me
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All currencies poison me, but it's there, so it's making a plan for me |
It's always there when I'm alone, taking the mess out of my soul
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We thought it would get better, but it will get worse
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Because we will be kidnapped, I will
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Bitches are cursed, watch what they like
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with a gun, a suitcase, he showed himself to whom?
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I'm slaughtering bits, and you're out of will
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Why am I going my own way on a path that not everyone takes
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Fuck you, listen to the song, then move on
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I talk so much for nothing when you don't fucking listen to me
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Sue other asses for what they do, you're always sad
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I'm killing this rap, I'm dead on the speakers
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Kill yourself or take it all, I spit rhymes with an uzie
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I'm buzzing, I'm waking up the streets, I'm waking up those whore bitches
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You are crazy, be crazy. |
You're stupid, you're filling your balls
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Zlatni and Kasko, we fill the rounds with gold rhymes |