I was in the eighth grade maybe, God, that's all I had
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Behind the wall, I was in Esend, in a religion lesson, but
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There will be nothing about God, I am XXL; |
Biggie
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Whether you like it or not, you see, today God is digit
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I can you dig it? |
I will fucking say it has to be somehow
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Let's say this about: I think about it while driving my wood stain
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I look at these places and pass that wall again
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My friend had Mirafiori then, today I have a BMW
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He drove us after school, for us pissed it was something, that is
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The People's Republic of Poland was coming to an end, he had better FSO, a lot
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He's a kind of guy, everyone always envies him
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There is always something wrong in life, yo coke
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How many lost their precious lives in one day?
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Even standing on my head, I couldn't have had it then
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It came to them smoothly what we thought was a dream
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I remember regret and jealousy, their words: "You can have whatever you want."
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And my face then, my face then, my face then
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As if I had deleted 6 out of 6, that's how it used to be
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Today I say "swag" for that fancy show
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They were only afraid of themselves
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Fools, they are gone
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And I still cast a shadow over everything here
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I'm throwing the loser overboard, I'm passing that wall again, gosh
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I was selling retail raps here today I am fucking them off
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What the hell do you know? |
Cash was also made illegal
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And then Warszafski Deszcz fell, I would like to have so much money today
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It was always rap money, then there was the first big shot
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An ordinary rag in the countryside, teenagers do: "wooo"
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A few years must have passed, he came out at me coming from somewhere
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Something might fuck me a little, but it was the guy from Mirafiori
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He told the miracles of wreaths: companies, water, yachts, banks
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Euro, office, fucking hell, I'm correcting my New York Yankees
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He had a swag without even knowing he had
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The same is waiting for everyone, the banknotes will be milled
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The start is never equal, let's make an agreement, everyone has a chance
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It's been another couple of years, I'm a rap industry superstar
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Panzer has gone to rest, you are looking at a white Sieben pearl
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I drive through the estate again and see this wall through the glass
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Forin painted after him, then Cybe, followed by hundreds of nicknames
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More than one pissed and tarnished under it for so many years
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With LED lamp technology, Hong Kong floodlights
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He sees me in this Beem Sieben, he has a restroom himself, sorry, he won't honk
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One of the night courses and I pass that wall again
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I made a point about these snouts and how it was in the yard
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Where is the team I remember today?
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Where are the neighbors? |
And who is sitting on Nosko, zio?
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Beamer hurts, I remember it Mirafiorri
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And this guy, if he hadn't got out of the way, how expensive would the car be?
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And the SMS is ringing me, I take my iPhone, I look, this SMS is about him
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He's gone forever
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It is not how it suppose to be |