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von Bizzy Montana

[Part 1:]
I'm marked by life, but I'm staying here as a man
This southern boy who's free to roam
Without lies and stories, full of love and talent
I've already seen everything you know from many songs
See I'm not talking about ghetto stories, rapping is a theme pack
I want to do something else because I see the ghetto every day
Battle rappers stand there and ask themselves: "What does he want here?"
Honestly man I'm chilling but I'll fuck you if I want to, got it?
What is this street slang? i can see the street
My best friend is dead, he was part of a street gang
"Well done." How? I just can't endorse it anymore
Children beat children in the schoolyard until they shit blood
I've experienced it all too, but only my heart knows it
What? Should people celebrate what tears me apart, shit!
You guys are jumping jacks, yes, I know whole gangsters
But I make music and don't need it to lengthen my tail like you do!


[Refrain:]
What you have, what you want, how you talk about gold
And the crises, what you're talking about, I've seen everything
What you do, what drugs and the dead on the streets
I've experienced everything you're talking about

What you have, what you want, how you talk about gold
And the crises, what you're talking about, I've seen everything
What you do, what drugs and the dead on the streets
What you say becomes your problem


[Part 2:]
I don't need to make anything out of my fingers or invent anything
I'm just being who I am and going out for a drink
Anyone looking for me will also find me, I can easily walk through the districts
I've really seen too much to really fuck me
I hear rappers threaten me in songs to protect themselves, of course
That's weird for a confident warrior, isn't it?
I can't see your food
I could tell all that shit better if I wanted to (tse!)
They look evil and twist the truth
You don't have to go to jail to have a hard life
And even the gel in the hair doesn't make everyone a godparent
Because at some point the road will come to hit the donkey
I mean, I've seen it but I want more, I'm sick of this shit
First and foremost, it's just important that you have balls
And little one I have two of them, what do you want to tell me
I've already seen everything you're talking about, you can go

[Refrain:]
What you have, what you want, how you talk about gold
And the crises, what you're talking about, I've seen everything
What you do, what drugs and the dead on the streets
I've experienced everything you're talking about

What you have, what you want, how you talk about gold
And the crises, what you're talking about, I've seen everything
What you do, what drugs and the dead on the streets
What you say becomes your problem

[Part 3:]
And I want to be honest, I've never been to a children's home
I feel sorry for the children because I know how the children cry
How they suffer in winter when nobody writes in winter
But your childhood doesn't matter if you rhyme with disabilities
I'm sorry, I hear the same thing every day
"Rap is like a cripple, he can't get back on his feet."
Everyone now wears leather, drives a Benz and bundles bills
The curtain falls since you all people, and so scared and alone
I don't have to be cool and clarify anything for anyone
No godparents from Pablo and the easy money
Call me a true hero I'll do it alone
All those rappers were heroes, now they're embarrassing
It's hard, I know, the fog is so grey
Man then stay in your apartment and dissect your wife
Tell me, what are you talking about, and why are you writing it down?
And anyway boys, what do you actually look like?

[Refrain:]
What you have, what you want, how you talk about gold
And the crises, what you're talking about, I've seen everything
What you do, what drugs and the dead on the streets
I've experienced everything you're talking about

What you have, what you want, how you talk about gold
And the crises, what you're talking about, I've seen everything
What you do, what drugs and the dead on the streets
What you say becomes your problem