| I didn't give a fuck about rap festivals in the outback | 
| They pass and fuck? | 
| I took 4 battles somewhere | 
| Grandmas for which the orgy never returned to me | 
| I sent fucking all hip-hop in KZ | 
| They told me, like, I'm separating, damn it, | 
| But how can you separate from that | 
| What I'm not a part of at all, fight | 
| motherfucker, chill | 
| I was sure a couple of years and I'll fuck the style | 
| Everything I longed for | 
| Now it flows into my hands - I need containers | 
| Hey, in fact, I'm the same white | 
| The one who chose vector only for pissing money | 
| Everything went by itself: raised - buzzed | 
| I didn't shake their hands so they flew into the hall, bitch | 
| I gave it all, those sleepless nights | 
| I remember those years, those places | 
| We only had passion and we had a dream | 
| This hate is growing like a cyst | 
| After all, I reflect everything that you did not become | 
| I tried to do it differently | 
| Your flexes will not replace our liters near the house | 
| We are ready for a lot | 
| You don't know me new | 
| I went over myself in detail | 
| Stopudovo, this is not a comeback | 
| Bitch wants to know where we hang out | 
| We are at the poles, I can't reach | 
| I did everything myself, the bitch wants to be with us | 
| Flow drives into the sky | 
| She has no face | 
| Look into the eyes - | 
| She didn't pass the exam | 
| Your smile surprises me | 
| I'm not just a dude from battles - | 
| There is a lump in front of you | 
| Yes, I made a choice | 
| Be yourself | 
| Where is the profit? | 
| But your fucking newskull is an addlib contest | 
| I grow up on tracks and I enjoy feeling it | 
| I see amounts in this | 
| Fuck full or on an empty stomach | 
| Make a blast, she's hot | 
| I threw 16 - she got wet | 
| We shoot through the curtains, but not through the windows | 
| You don't know what I saw | 
| You don't know what is woven from | 
| I didn't give a fuck about rap festivals in the outback | 
| They pass and fuck? | 
| We are spinning in this | 
| We spin in tracks | 
| We spin in life like in a venturi | 
| The wildest success | 
| It's just one track, fight, it's just one track | 
| And we want to go up | 
| After all, we were at the bottom, fight, yes, we were at the bottom | 
| Wasted days | 
| It's time to show them who we really are | 
| After all, there are only brothers, in whom I am sure | 
| The wildest success | 
| It's just one track, fight, it's just one track | 
| And we want to go up | 
| After all, we were at the bottom, fight, yes, we were at the bottom | 
| Wasted days | 
| It's time to show them who we really are | 
| After all, there are only brothers, in whom I am sure |