Lyrics of Rail Road - Morten, Brandon Thomas

Rail Road (original)

Watch me, look at me
Watch me, look at me
Watch me, look at me
Read a book, take a look
Ride around, with the hood
With the, with the, uh
Man, what, what he sayin'?
Wir husslen, wir ticken
Das ist die Mission
Nur Gott kann mich richten
Die Cops könn'n sich ficken
Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden
Das Ot, das wir kiffen
Wir boxen, die Ratten
Wir husslen, wir ticken
Das ist die Mission
Nur Gott kann mich richten
Die Cops könn'n sich ficken
Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden
Das Ot, das wir kiffen
Wir boxen, die Ratten
Machen Million
Verkaufe die Bags wie Luis Vuitton
Verkaufe die Bags so wie Michael Kors
Rauche mein Cash, was ist der Lohn
Haufen von Cash, Abermillion
Trotzdem nicht viel, im Video
Ich und meine Gs machen zu Kies für die Industrie
Ich bin in den Streets, die Drinks sind zu dirty, aber alles ist clean
Talk too much
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much, yeah
Stay in touch, told her «stay in touch», yeah
We rollin' now, man
Smokin' all these blunts, man
I smoke no cigarettes, man
Shit disgusting
Uh, ey, ride around my city with it
Yeah, man, I fuck a bitch up in your city with it
Hello?
Let’s go
She blow
Nigga, I pay with the dope
Nigga, I came with the dope
Nigga, I been trappin' dope
Since 'bout eight years old
Nigga, I see you in the cold
Nigga, but I’m still bold
Nigga, you better know what the fuck going on
Nigga, I’m in Berlin with these Niggas
In the motherfuckin' Studio, Nigga
We goin' crazy
Wir husslen, wir ticken
Das ist die Mission
Nur Gott kann mich richten
Die Cops könn'n sich ficken
Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden
Das Ot, das wir kiffen
Wir boxen, die Ratten
Wir husslen, wir ticken
Das ist die Mission
Nur Gott kann mich richten
Die Cops könn'n sich ficken
Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden
Das Ot, das wir kiffen
Wir boxen, die Ratten

(translation)

Watch me, look at me
Watch me, look at me
Watch me, look at me
Read a book, take a look
Ride around, with the hood
With the, with the, uh
Man, what, what he sayin'?
We hussle, we tick
That's the mission
Only God can Judge Me
The cops can fuck each other
Greetings from Gosse, from north to south
The ot we smoke weed
We box, the rats
We hussle, we tick
That's the mission
Only God can Judge Me
The cops can fuck each other
Greetings from Gosse, from north to south
The ot we smoke weed
We box, the rats
Make a million
Sell ​​the bags like Luis Vuitton
Sell ​​the bags like Michael Kors
Smoke my cash, what's the reward
Piles of cash, millions upon millions
Still not much, in the video
Me and my Gs turn into gravel for the industry
I'm in the streets, the drinks are too dirty, but everything is clean
Talk too much
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much, yeah
Stay in touch, told her "stay in touch", yeah
We rollin' now, man
Smokin' all these blunts, man
I smoke no cigarettes, man
Shit disgusting
Uh, ey, ride around my city with it
Yeah, man, I fuck a bitch up in your city with it
Hello?
Let's go
she blow
Nigga, I pay with the dope
Nigga, I came with the dope
Nigga, I been trappin' dope
Since 'bout eight years old
Nigga, I see you in the cold
Nigga, but I'm still bold
Nigga, you better know what the fuck going on
Nigga, I'm in Berlin with these niggas
In the motherfuckin' studio, nigga
We're going crazy
We hussle, we tick
That's the mission
Only God can Judge Me
The cops can fuck each other
Greetings from Gosse, from north to south
The ot we smoke weed
We box, the rats
We hussle, we tick
That's the mission
Only God can Judge Me
The cops can fuck each other
Greetings from Gosse, from north to south
The ot we smoke weed
We box, the rats