Chorus:
No way, we don't really care what they say....
We’re the streets, not your radio play, get with us or get in the way....so no way!

Check the televised, telling lies. They don't live our lives so they criticize
Lost souls, pagan eyes, praying to their idols for my demise
Really guys?! Silly tries. You don't know me homie, you don't know SHI
I keep a small circle, sever all ties. Swing swords till I die - samurai

Chorus:
No way, we don't really care what they say....
We’re the streets, not your radio play, get with us or get in the way....so no way!

My rank’s UNO. My raps puro. I'm about a shekel, motherfuck euro
On my tony danza. Who the boss? Hugo. Do the math, numbers get aligned - suduko
And there you go and run your mouth. Better wipe your feet before you step into my house
I move crowds, turn it out. What'd you say? Don't speak - no doubt!

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It’s that Raki sippin, hummus dipping, cash flow flipping, fire spitting
Hot Moroccan, gold chain rocking. I’m the hot topic, make your conversation poppin
Shot caller, pop collar. I’m the crowd popper, break you off proper
North African, alpha male, chief rocker! No middle man, free agent, top shotta!