[Part 1]
Back then just blank without tank in a Mazda
Today there is red wine and scapi with the pasta
But I stayed true to myself, destroying 70 grands
Cataleya on one and I proved it only for myself
That's how life goes, boy, I rap from my soul, boy
Because I stood too long under the rain, boy
Ghetto-Panorama, we are block kids
And many learn early, that pain can only be eased by drugs
Tegel, Zürich, Easyjet, Turbospeed
Create with Greg an ill track on codeine
Kickdown in a Porsche Cayenne
The worries burn away, twisted from the Shem
Hands freeze, -10 degrees in the stair hall
One last puff and I express the cigarette
Wallah, I fuck everyone who searches for Bela (Wallah,everyone)
I wanted to become a rapper already back then when dad was washing dishes

[Hook]
Everything just instincts, rrah
Cops at the block and I run, rrah
First der right, then the left, rrah
These all are just instincts, the way that I chose
Everything just instincts, rrah
Cops at the block and I run, rrah
First der right, then the left, rrah
These all are just instincts, the way
Paper full of ink
All just instincts