[Part I]

[Verse 1: Koba LaD & Headie One]
Hey
Eh, eh
Alors, yes bébé, alors, oh
Yes bébé, alors, il reste d'la zipette près du port
J'ressors de showcase, j'ai trentre fois l'salaire de ta pute
Fonce-dé au boum-boum avec P, ça tire ta feumeu au laser
Glocké, j'reste peace, j'fais tomber kichta dans la caisse (Yo, turn, yo)
This Lamborghini got a two seats (Woo)
I'm speedin' 'round and I'm in Dubee (Woo)
Monogram print, I can't see through the Louis
She can't get to know the true me
Bro from South got a pack for a works and I told him to introduce me
He wanna phone me when it's time to war, but when it's bread, he won't include me
C'est comme ça, c'est un choix de vie, souvent obligé d'te mentir
Même si j'voulais, j'peux pas tout dire, même si j'voulais, j'peux pas tout dire
Même si ça va, qu'nous deux c'est cool, à la longue, moi ça va m'lasser
Donc je compte, j'recompte des sous et je regarde le temps passer (Turn, yo)
You see me in Paris, I'm faded, I feel like I'm Little Boosie
This bad B think that I made it, I ain't tryna bring all my goons in
Yo, I wanna pull up to Tape, I wish I could bring all my boots in
Uh, on Broadwater estate, the police wanna be a nuisance

[Chorus: Koba LaD & Headie One]
Harbat selek, condés (Turn, turn, turn)
Une hasba d'litrons, bénef' (Turn, turn, they told me turn)
Faut qu'j'serre bien ma ceinture ou à cause de Glock, le jean va tomber (Suh, suh-suh-suh, turn up, turn up)
[Verse 2: Chivv]
[?] doet z'n best, uh
Bless 'em, ik geef 'm een fooitje
M'n paps zitten lang in de prison of spang bij de bank en ik laat het ontdooien
Ze kijken naar mij en ze willen destroyen, proberen m'n doelen te stoppen, net Nooijer
Jij joint de andere kant in de hoop dat de andere kant je gaat joinen
Ben met je bitch en ik ben niet eens pooier
[?], doe haar in de sauna
Shawty weet niet hoeveel geld ik bezit, nee, ze voelt het gewoon aan m'n aura
Manager belt mij, hij wilt voor me storten, maar ik ben op stacken, dus ik zeg 'm: "Hou maar"
Ik kon allang zijn waar ik ben, maar moet zorgen dat ik niet dezelfde fout maak

[Chorus: Koba LaD, Chivv & Headie One]
Harbat selek, condés (Woeh, shit)
Une hasba d'litrons, bénef' (Glah, glah, glah, glah)
Faut qu'j'serre bien ma ceinture ou à cause de Glock, le jean va tomber (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn up)

[Outro: Charlie Sloth]
Okay
Ayy, that's how we're startin' tings proper out here
Some international business, you hear what I'm sayin'?
Keepin' it proper out here, mate
And we just warmin' up

[Part II]
[Intro: Charlie Sloth & Koba LaD]
Okay, round two (Wow, wow, wow)
Woo (M1OnTheBeat)
Let's get it, bro

[Verse 1: Pajel]
Ey, ey, ey
Zehn von zehn Brüdern zu echt, heh
Neun von zehn Brüdern sind da, ah
Und meine Feelings sind dead, heh
Weil ich nie Liebe bekam, ey
N***as bewaffnet mit TECs, heh
Nicht nur die Messer sind scharf, ah
Alle Gesichter verdeckt, heh
Weil Bullen kennen die Nam'n
Egal, was sie sagen, ey
Nein, es gibt keine Liebe, ey
Demons, sie flüstern mir täglich in mein Ohr
Ja, ich seh' sie im Spiegel, ey
Ja, my n***a, sind täglich depressed, heh
Weil ich die Schmerzen so mag, ah
Und deshalb holen wir jetzt, hm
Was von uns keiner bekam, ja
Ey, Feelings dead, nein, ich fühl' mich lost
Zu viele ging'n hops, keine Minijobs
Viel zu viele Gs und zu wenig Cops
Hah, Roli-Watch, Diamanten-Rocks
Springe aus dem Balkon, wenn es wieder klopft
Im Hosenbund 'ne scharfe Millimeter-Glock
Stellen uns vor jeden, knien nur vor Gott
Mich liebt der Block, ich lieb' den Block
Ah, viele tot, doch ich weine nicht
Denn auch mir geht es schlecht, doch ich zeig' es nicht
Ah, weil ein Mann in mein'n Augen, der Bizzy mit Liebe vertauscht, einfach peinlich ist, heh
Und ich kann niemand trauen, der Karten mit Liebe vertuscht, also eigentlich, heh
Kann ich niemanden trauen, der nicht mit 'ner Maske rumläuft, zeigen kein Gesicht, ah
Kein Vertrau'n
Zu all den Fotzen, deshalb bleibe ich alone
Wahre Liebe wird es niemals geben, also nicht mit einer Thottie, heute stell' ich lieber alles über Hoes
Ah, für die Bros
Denn nur sie, Mann, können uns sagen, wir sind close
Lügt mir in die Fresse, ja, sie redet mir von Liebe
Alles Shows, Baby, sag mir, würdst du bleiben, bin ich broke?
Ey, sie will nur Sonne wie Hollywood, ey
Gucke dir tief in die Waffe und greif' nach der Waffe wie'n [?]
Die kleine Bitch fragt nach mei'm Bodycount
Ich lasse sie dann an mei'm Body kau'n
Und Bitch-N***as reden von Packets, sie woll'n sich nicht messen, ich schicke dein'n Body hoch, ey
[Interlude: Yasin]
Ey, Stockholm, Sweden, pow
Ey, ey, ey

[Verse 2: Yasin]
Jag vissla från cellen, det ingen som svarar, avdelningen är död
Nyss jag kom ifrån arren, brottsplatsen är fortfarande röd
Min grabb, han är på sin demon time, sa till han, "Du har mitt fulla stöd, kör"
Vart än vi går, vi ställer till med en scen, scen, scen
Fint folk kommer alltid försent, jag är snart vid entrén, säg till väktarna, "Öppna"
Fem anstalter på mindre än ett år
Min sverigeturné den har redan—
Nordvästra Stockholm, skottdrama, folk här, de är skjutglada
Minns du när man gjorde hans bil till en skjutbana?
Nu han springer runt påtänd
Med en rostig pistol, han vill utmana
Studiovan, det ingen ny vana
Jag har en Mastercard, redo betala
Kom, vi går fingerpulla kortläsaren i Prada
Sponsorer inte sponsrade, musikvideorna är påkostade
En klocka upp för de som kå-kåkade, bam, bam

[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One]
Yes
Come on, know they miss Charlie, man
Ayy, we out here, bro, we ain't messin' about today
All over Europe, man
We in Paris right now
My guys in the buildin', you know, compilation, you know
What? Tape comin' this week Headie, yeah?
Come on, ASAP, ASAP
Man gettin' hot in here, have to back off the jacket
Gettin' hot in here, bruv, aight
We ain't done yet

[Part III]

[Intro: Headie One, Pajel & Charlie Sloth]
My guy, Pajel
Can't be us, it's crazy
M1OnTheBeat
My brudda, you know
Ayy
Let's get 'em, bro
Ay

[Verse 1: Pajel]
[?]

[Interlude: Charlie Sloth & Headie One]
Okay
Keep it runnin' Charlie, keep it runnin'
Ayy, you gonna go? You gonna go?
Yeah, I'm gonna go crazy, let's go, yo
Get 'em, Headie
Turn (Fuckin' hell), yo, yo


[Verse 2: Headie One]
Came in the scene with a mainstream bootin'
Didn't wanna end up famous
An opp boy ran up to bine and slept in O, now we still gotta praise his braveness
They beefin' babies, the ambulance took him away in a manger
The bores that I pushed in Scotland, I could be playin' for Rangers
The workers dem needed the payment
I'm Liam Neeson if the pack got taken
And now we're sleepin', it's a nightshift, dayshift
Had to to reason if a man touched flavours
Yo, I said the little bro's run down shh and they gotta make that an anthem
Don't know why they gotta free big A, he got recalled, he got shaved by the mandem

[Outro: Charlie Sloth]
I see you, Headie
First time it's been done
The best rappers from all around Europe in one place
Hardest out here, right now
And we ain't done yet, we ain't done

[Part IV]

[Intro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One]
Woo (Yo, know the vibe), jheeze
Feel special right now (M1OnTheBeat)
You ain't seen this before
Yo, turn
Ayy, take up the Church, Headie

[Verse 1: Headie One & Dezzie]
Grew in my seabass, grew in my salmon
Uptown, I pulled up with a Ghost, I'm feelin' like Angelina Valdes (You know)
This bad B got it on bank, she don't need no allowance (Uh-uh)
See me jewelled up in a casual day, that's minimum sixty thousand (Yeah)
Shorty don't wanna do nothin' today, take some selfies and sit there poutin'
Diamonds dancin', all you see is water (Water)
You ain't gotta go Prada and bat man (No)
I like my shorty natural, I ain't gotta tell her to mind the Calvin's
I'm at home sippin' Magnum's, I need me a hundred racks in Altham
I ain't smokin' my friend when I say I put arms on gangnem (No)
How you think shh got set alight when you done him just like a lantern? (Bo-bo)
Yo, bro just scored, Geronimo, now he wanna eat at Amazonico with a hand ting with the longest nose
Longer than Pinocchio (Uh, uh)
Yo, extreme opposites in my portfolio 'cah we really bring BRIT awards
Ever seen a crack fiend overdose?
You ever been in curfew time tryna whip it up and go your home?
Twenty-one seconds to go, I'm still tryna' get it all done like Romeo

[Verse 2: Dezzie]
Ayy, right now, I'm in Pari'
Bro just phone for the ends, they were talkin' 'bout shh then he got turned Cali'
G Lock field up to the brim, doin' laps 'round like we're in Lee Valley
Got my jewels shinin' in the trenches, posted with that big fat swammy
D-T-B, I'm old-school like Nani
We still take to the park and test them
I ain't got time impress them
Side-by-side in the ride with my best friend
Can't forget Ramz, always tryna go kweff them
F them, I'll cheff them
They love talk on my name, God bless them
Probably my diamond wrist that stressed them
Yo, two man, four shanks, only big boy tanks
When I'm on them sides, hella man do planks
I ain't pullin' no stunts, live corn, no blanks
When shush got—, it was more than bants
I had a hood bitch just like Ms Banks, she kept my grub safe, so I gotta give thanks
They say I can't mix pleasure with business, but I'll still slip my D through her—
Mention my name, then you better have fifty
Sorry, I hit his habibti
D2B, man done it so swiftly
You ain't made a .9 bell go so quickly
Still livin' life risky
T house really got tricky
I heard a cat called me by my rap name, imagine, it could've got sticky
I just bought dings, bring that burner out, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap (Bap)
Corn woke up all the neighbours, I knew walalo let it ring, no doubt
OFB, we just always about, even when them times, we had waps on drought
Had his sister all at my mum's bit throwin' it back when she wanted some clout
I'm in then I'm out
We went from babies straight to men
Push me to the end, that's my life on the line tryna' whoosh one of them
Oh no, I can't go jail go again, already been there once, but I'll still reoffend
Darlin', no need to pretend, when there's no makeup, you still look ten-ten (M1OnTheBeat)

[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie]
Woo (You know, you know)
Come on then (Live)
Some history stuff in the buildin' right now
Feels special, it feels right
Feel like the whole of Europe's comin' together right now
Someone in the studio said, "Mm, I ain't even need them man in the U.S. no more"
Aight, mad out here

[Part V]

[Intro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One]
And we ain't done yet man
(M1OnTheBeat)
Let's run some game on it, Headie
Yo

[Verse 1: Headie One & Dezzie]
I was upsee sofa surfin', now it's two waps, could've bought a Birkin
Thought I got a drop, but it weren't him
Guess Rev really was reversin'
And Oscar hold corn than more than worthy
Smoke filled up with bine, press hood of dirty
It was three for two-five and four for thirty
Now it's chandeliers, my shorts are Burberry
Tell me, who wanna hold a gurney?
Five blocks squished makes the four-door goin'
Free Kash, he was doin' up coleine, now he's fresh home, it's a cause for commotion
Both wrist covered in Evian, 'course two smokes in a ride got normal (Yeah)
I ain't tryna' go on a memorial, bro got one in his head, that's protocol (You know)
They run down shh, run down shh
All now, we up here, run 'round further
Heard them boy from the 9 not score, sound rare, two ones like Timo Werner (Twinnin')
I see an old friend turn opp, so I'm tryna' allocate to the L like Jürgen
And bro just patterned two lockster, make sure he manage them man for certain
Everyone wanna link up to a bullyin' man then the links a burden
I heard shh-shh linked up for a shoot, the video shoot ended up in curtains
These boots expensive, I bought them Louis, Gucci, Burberry
Funny how shh went sleep from a boot, it was cheap like one from Dorothy Perkins

[Verse 2: Dezzie & Charlie Sloth]
It's all a façade, why they all tryna' act hard?
Before you started in road
I was live in the trench when you was just at yard
They like, "Dezz', how you beat that murder?"
Say I don't know, so I just gotta thank God
Spent twenty-one on my wrist, now these barbies wanna come trouble my bankcard
I swear if this .44 bangs off, you're gonna see bells spin around like dandruff
I still get assists even though that I'm hands-off
Nah, they can't buck bro when he slams off
Uh, last time someone got kwenged, where was the intention to blow some bands off?
Now this time somethin' gets touched, I'm gonna bring gyal to the nizz with pants off
Jail, don't fake, don't fake, I'm up in the club with copper till late
Yo, don't bake, no break, I was sat in that T with grub on my plate
Uh-du-du, uh-du-du, uh-uh, uh-uh, and I also ate (Yeah, come on then)

[Verse 3: Chivv]
Yeah, yeah
Ik hoor je, tellie op maan, shh, niet storen
Stack die pap, cash lang, net toren
Vraag je ams om de location
Zet d'r in m'n collection, ze is lost, net Dora
Wie's die boy met de drip like Gunna?
Wie's die boy in de whip met dollars?
Wie's die boy met de, yo
Black tracksuit op m'n Air Force ones
Bad boy tune, it's a bad boy song
Bitch, ik curve, zet mezelf op first
Zet shawty last, last, net Stefflon Don
Jij denkt nog steeds dat ik rap voor fun
Dom, euro's of count in pond, pound
Man, this ass is rond, maar je mag niet slaan, want je bent nog jong
So far, uno, dos, tres
Die Henney maakt een n***a gek, uh
Stuur je wifey een DM en zeg d'r daarna: "Sorry, schat, ik ben gehackt"
Shit, woah, sorry, schat, ik ben gehackt, uh
Stuur je wifey een DM en zeg d'r daarna: "Sorry, schat, ik ben gehackt", uh
Spenden het minst, maar we maken het meest
Vraag je m'n pap, zeg ik zakelijk "nee"
Hebben [?] in je goals, want ze klagen op m'n G's
Hoeveel [?], we praten Ghanees
Best MC met de bars, ben ik better
Jij zat niet in m'n corner, McGregor
Best MC met de bars, ben ik better
Jij zat niet in m'n corner, McGregor, woah

[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie]
Sheesh, come on then
Ayy, how you comin' up in here, do you wanna come on it?

[Part VI]

[Intro: Chivv & Charlie Sloth]
Yo, woo (X10), sheesh
Uh, Mm (M1OnTheBeat)
Let's get it in, let's go, man
We in Paris right now
Quatro

[Verse: Chivv]
Kom in die ollo, hoef niet te betalen met doekoe, nee, blacka, betaalt met gezicht
Die mannen willen me stoppen, m'n goonie net Harry Potter als hij komt met die stick
Ben met je bitch, ze geeft top in de whip, ze is net een banaan als je ziet hoe ze split
Gooi d'r op adu en adu op no man en daarna op mij, jongen, wat een assist
Ik laat die mannetjes zweten, net Zlatan, maak het heet onder voeten, geen satan
Money is long en [?], heb ik grond, in m'n city, ik voel me net Haaland
Drip die is koud alsof ik op de maan land
Jij kan proberen, weet niet of je aan kan
Je mannen beperkt, het is niet eens herfst, maar toch doe je weer als een bla man
Jij bent een prater, ik de dader
Zoek je beef, kom ik over als slager
Die bitch vraagt me of ik kom slapen
En ik ben een JJ hoe ik d'r belazer
Zakken gaan dik, vroeger waren we mager
Suiker met brood en een klein beetje water
Voeger waren we mager
Suiker met brood en een klein beetje water

[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Chivv]
Come on then, Chivv in the buildin', yeah
Ayy, we doin' tings properly now, international takeover stuff
That tape's about to drop, you need it in your life

[Part VII]

[Intro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie]
(M1OnTheBeat)
Ayy, Dezzie
Are you not tryna' do it go after him, bro? Come on then
(X10)
Live, you know the ting already, fired up
(HL8)
Yo

[Verse: Dezzie]
At that carnival function, bro spotted him
Dropped him, so we all hopped in
You should've saw the way that a one chopped him
Man cook up this beef, like—
DSavv try take off his head, pumpkin
Out here doin' school bunkin'
This G17 had thugs pumpin'
Whoosh, gang just done a dumpin'
Nah, I don't fistfight like T-N-A, it ain't processed in my DNA
Fuck verbal, CBA
It's due timin', so we'll meet, one day
Yeah, I'm from O'Block, not GDK
Said they got big guns, must be GTA
Jump out, let it beat, Senseii
Don't get yourself shot, like Danny Pressplay
Everythin' nice, got me covered in ice
Now your hand on my wrist, so your boyfriend—
Kitchen knife does more than slice, if I take his life, sorry, Jesus Christ
Fresh from 'Ville, zim zimma
Who took this key for this bruck down bimmer?
Slow down, B, gyal way too inner
Tell your barbie, just, yo
Grip it, strangle, I see bro slap shots from an angle
This G Lock ain't too much too handle
Slip on your block, get lit, no candle
I said grip it, strangle, I see bro slap shots from an angle
This G Lock ain't too much too handle
Slip on your block, get lit, no candle

[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie]
We in Paris right now, charged up
Charged up showin' the world what's good, you know

[Part VIII]

[Intro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One]
Ayy, this one's mad, (Beats by Weez), turn, yo
Ayy, you're makin' history
Let's go on Headie, let's go

[Verse 1: Headie One]
If we're dead or alive, I'm never tryna' miss another summer
They're still two glizzies on a sunna
I seen my aunt the other day and she ain't done nothin' for me on the come up
Catherine tell me I remind her of my mother
She don't know that was enough 'cah in the trenches, no one teach you self love
I been out there with two rambos and a puffer
Now this Nike one we used to call a bomber
We was lookin' up to hustlers, we weren't lookin' up to President Obama
Come from nothin'
Gettin' power from a shot, wasn't a llama
Studied dramas and after school we had to handle dramas
Took a chase with me and Brad', we had to hop like fifty gardens
Jakes tryna' hunt us down, like Osama Bin Laden
I end up incarcerated and I missed three birthdays, wish me happy belated
I got my old friends mad at me because I treat my friends like my family
Yes, we were related
Probation think I'm gang affiliated
It's the last one, but I ain't on my last legs
I really used to dream that I could be rappin' in past tense 'cah I was on eagle when the mandem was on Partridge
Behind bars when everyone went to Bath Fest'
And we was doin' burglaries and car thefts listenin' to Giggs when he was talkin' the hardest
My pops always said I had a hard head
I'm tryna' turn this eight ball of light into naan bread
I didn't get to wash my armpits
I got body odour trappin' off this Motorola
No way I hit this crack fiend if I didn't know her
You couldn't catch an oppa, but you caught his older
He got done up and he might need an organ donor
It's hard to see these old n***as turn to vultures
And they ain't comin' back, they like Ole Gunnar Solskjær

[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie]
Whoo, whoo, whoo (Whoo)
Ruthless, ruthless
We ain't done yet
It feels like a special moment, feels like a moment in time

[Part IX]

[Interlude: Charlie Sloth & Chivv]
Fire in the Booth in the buildin'
Amsterdam, 4011
(M1OnTheBeat)
What you tellin' me, Charlie?
Let's go, my guy, yeah
It's all about the love and blessings, you done know
Big shout out to the Headie One
Amsterdam, UK, link up, you get me?

[Verse 2: Chivv]
Uh, ik zag mannen me voorbij gaan, maar ik had geduld
Ik bleef voor effe humble, m'n zakken waren op nul
Je vriend heeft niet gestackt, hij geeft corona nu de schuld
Maar je kan zoveel meer bereiken als je plannen niet onthuld
We moven in silence, het is m'n buit die geluid maakt
Als je me niet gunt, moet je niet huilen bij m'n uitvaart
Flessen in de club, maar post geen foto's als ik uit ga
Gek genoeg geniet ik wanneer m'n telefoon uit staat
Maar fattoemannen doen het meest, willen hangen om te zeggen dat ze met je zijn geweest
Als ik niet beter wist, dan zou ik zeggen: "Het zijn gays"
Maar deze tijd wordt je gecanceld, dus we spelen het op safe
Het leven is niet weten, 't is maar hoe je het bekeek
Wil je rijden in Ferarri's die money van een Range?
Wil je rijden in de Range met die money van een hoopty?
Op beiden kan je niet bouwen, want je stopt het niet een steen, dat is roekeloos
Woah, en deze tijd moet je niet vragen om te linken, want ik zeg je dat ik kom, maar ik verschijn niet (Huh)
En neem die shit niet te persoonlijk, want je bent een toffe gozer, maar heb simpelweg die tijd niet, 't is blacka

[Outro: Chivv & Charlie Sloth]
Big shout—, uh, Fire in the Booth, Chivv
Charlie, you get me? My brother
My brother them, trust me, it's love

[Part X]

[Intro: Charlie Sloth & Yasin]
And we keep it goin'
No borders, we out here
We ain't done yet
Feels like a real moment out here, man
I see what you're doin' Headie, I see what you're doin', my guy
And it continues
Ayy (Yeah), drippar i Louis Vuitton och en Cartier bustdown klocka
Drippar i Louis Vuitton och en Cartier bustdown—, ayy
Lyssna, Stockholm, Sweden, back

[Verse: Yasin]
Drippar i Louis Vuitton och en Cartier bustdown klocka
Satt i en Lambo truck, två Glockar
Gud jag ber dig få mig inte att krocka igen
Hon säger hon behöver mina bars, det torka
Hur ska en rappare orka?
Folk dem ber till Gud "Jag ber dig, kan han inte dö eller torska?"
Jag kukade strapen imorse innan jag ens borsta
Studiobanditen han är ingen brådska
Lämnade hylsor, säger till polisen och plocka igen, plocka igen
Kukmätningar med Glocks, häll i lite koks, där har du en soppa igen
Går jag igång i en vers, jag går inte och stoppa igen
Scenen är min, jag går upp, jag är hög som fan, jag hör hur dem skriker
Det 2022 nu, fuck vad du gjorde 21 för det är gamla meriter
Jag rullar en grammis, skit i en gala
Rökt tills lungorna sviker
Jag håller inte koll på debatter, håll mig utanför politiken
Stenarna dansar på klockan som en tonåring på TikTok
Ser du hur långt vi har kommit från jobbiga plitar, KV-kläder och flip-flops?
Jag och Polismyndigheten har svårt för varann, vi kan aldrig bli sams
Hatad av dem som ändå aldrig älskade mig, sånt kliar inte mig nånstans
Mitt liv är en film, denna skiten är HD
Två superkrafter, AD och HD
Namnet på gunnen jag bär den har två T
Tro inte jag pratar om Lipton
Helgood Rolle, hade lätt kunnat få roller i Simpsons
Flexar med pengar i—
Aldrig vart bunden till någon, jag klarar mig själv så vad vill dem?
Hata på mig nu, don't love me later
Typ som en häftapparat, I stick to my paper
Mig på en feature, ger dig en buzz, men
Drippar i Louis Vuitton och en Cartier bustdown klocka
Satt i en Lambo truck, två Glockar, yeah-yeah
Går inte och stoppa igen, går inte och stoppa igen, ye
Jag går inte och stoppa igen, går inte och stoppa igen, yeah
Går inte och stoppa igen, går inte och stoppa igen, ye
Jag går inte och stoppa igen, går inte och stoppa igen, yeah

[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Yasin]
No borders, rest in peace, Byn Block, we out here, man (Ey)
Yasin in the buildin'
Rinkeby for life
Rest in peace Franky, min fucking bror

[Part XI]

[Intro: Charlie Sloth]
Okay, I see what you man are dealin' with, now, I see what you're dealin' with
History in the makin'

[Verse: Shiva]
Yo
La mia bitch mi chiede Louis V, Prada, Gucci, ha un ass curvy
Dior, Fendi, Celine, Chanel, vuole whip nel mio garage
I miei street 24/7 come beef, come Ghost Rider
Quaggiù nessuno è mai salvo, ops, questa è Milano
Preghiere son vane, non ti basta un "Amen", yo
Abbiamo svariate entrate, "West" sulle collane, yo
La mia tasca si fa grande come avessi un tablet, yo
Tu vuoi il beef, non mangio carne, specie se è d'infame, yo
Rolls-Royce nero, coca in table, cash, no PayPal
No more label, nel mio grammo J-Lo, J-Lo
Tu fai home run come nel baseball
Cabrio, sto con Headie come in WWE
Sì, impellicolavo weed, mo firmo sopra i CD
Ha, ha, ha, ha (Turn)
Questa merda si fa deep
Ho comprato un'auto a mamma Audi Sport e guarda IG
Mentre Ago ha fatto un figlio compro a Thiago nuovo drip
Questa è west side a Paris, ehi

[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One]
Come on then
Come on then
Ayy, No Borders, the tape
Makin' sure there's no borders to this ting
And that right there was a real, legendary moment
Fire in the Booth
The hottest from the hardest, the hardest from the hottest
Doin' tings proper out here, you know what I'm sayin'?
Some real legendary stuff
History bein' made
You ain't ever seen this shit before, No Borders
Headie, I see you, my guy, woo
Let's go Charlie, deya