(Xуй, блять!)
(Пизда!)
Oh, you
Birds don't sing!
My mind is filled to the brim with lies and I’m tired
Of seeing this shit unravel like cinnamon pastry
We is not besties so, why are you testing me?
I think Allah needs saving, I think we all need a pay-day (Pay me)
I know nothing of life
Threaten to kill me, I'll do it again
They making hits, I'm just making it dead
Countin’ they money, I'm counting my days
Top floor suite so I can crush my own head (Oh, crush!)
Avant Garde? You piss and shit, I'm pissing on your head
Get hung! Hung by me! (Well played!)
And they all can, aye
And they all can
Get hung! Hung by me! (Well played!)
And they all can, aye
And they all can
Get hung! Hung by me! (Rеally, really, really well playеd!)
And they all can, aye
And they all can
Get hung! Hung by me! (Really, well played!)