[Intro]
Alice decided that everything is possible
And then she spotted a small glass bottle on the table
- Drink me
- Try it? Oh, no no! It can be poison
Although it does not look like poison at all. (sound of the bottle being opened)

[Chorus]
I see a lot of evil, I have no strength to fight it
In my world, cash is a drug, Jamaican heals people
What stamps, cartons? What ashes, chips?
A land of spells full of colorful cats

[Verse 1]
I with a mustache behind my ear, I just published "BORuto"
I fly with so-called flex, all covered with vodka
I'm wearing very fast shoes, my friend is faster
I say fuck it a bro, he fucked two times
I'm bouncing off
You will not bounce your virgin, you, let's be serious
My Venus, yours again favored Mars
Not your cat's panther Bambi
I left the blocks with my head to live without her
They ask for a photo, I quote Molesta
It was supposed to be a whore, make a transition
Fuck Gucci, I'm flying in a great tracksuit
He asks me if I will buy perfumes
Pato Rabanna chased, from Adrian
You do not get a receipt, but give it
I sputter on the soles, you talk to me, hustler

[Chorus]
I see a lot of evil, I have no strength to fight it
In my world, cash is a drug, Jamaican heals people
What stamps, cartons? What ashes, chips?
A land of spells full of colorful cats (yaaaaaa)

[Verse 2]
Skinny Ed, you haven't see me without a cap
These times like, what I can tell you baby
I wanted money, but I did not want to sit
As Johnny's board will not make a word out of me
As I pushed raps into the ether - they laughed
As I had one sweater - they laughed
And they did not dare laugh, because they dared to laugh
Those fucking fucking today I'm counting hajs
These concerts are like Bohemian Grove (what ?!)
The ritual gives me a sauce
And do not tell me that we will record something I believe
Because honestly, I was the feat of the year, and I want to be a rookie year
(really, fuck you)
This and that's all
I did not take cash for anything, you know how it turned out?
They did not listen to what I think, my beloved hip-hop

[Chorus]
I see a lot of evil, I have no strength to fight it
In my world, cash is a drug, Jamaican heals people
What stamps, cartons? What ashes, chips?
A land of spells full of colorful cats