Keed
24 (English Version)
[Hook: Lu-K Beats]
7 days, 24 hours, movin' work, mami
Satra chases money, Satra doesn't go to sleep
7 days, 24 hours, movin' work, mami
Satra chases money, Satra doesn't go to sleep

[Verse 1: NOSFE]
Ay, everybody wants money, but they don't do nothing to get 'em
I say: Ay, I got to know hundreds of their kind in all the years
I say: Ay, That I was working 12 hours a day for 40 euros
Ay, I didn't know where my head was at, no talk of thinking about you
Ay, where the fuck is the talent that you yap your beak about
If out of everything you drop, nothing catches on?
'Cause Nosfe Benzu goes for 25 hours and feels like he's doing nothing
Yep, and when sleep creeps on him, he sleeps 4 hours and after that he still feels the most well rested
Yep, ready for those studio rockets that he flies with the universal Satra, the infinite universe
Infinite, I want money for infinity, money on repeat
Who's on repeat? Benzu's on repeat, Benzu
Benzu's on repeat, Benzu's on repeat, Benzu
Benzu's on repeat, Benzu's on repeat, tell me
What purpose would we have if the rest didn't exist?
What purpose would the whole have if the rest wouldn't stand?
It's not easy being us, if you apply yourself, you'll learn
Benzu, Benzu, Benzu, Benzu, Benzu, Benzu, Benzu, Benzu rap

[Verse 2: Super ED]
I count my money and it sounds like:
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish (How much?)
Wait I have some more in my left pocket:
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish (How much?)
And these are only the T-shirt money
And also there are the show money
'Cause that son of a bitch Guta is not a rapper 'cause he sings with the brush in hand
In paintings: Haaau, yeah! 10 sticks for each of us, right?
Tell me, tell me, what you do day by day?
We 24/7, 420 and 20 thousand, ha?
20 thousand, 20 thousand, I said 20 thousand
And Satra isn't over one year old, no day
But the children come to us like they do to Jesus
Children, children, copy, copy, what can you copy?
'Cause we're a gift from above like the priests
And you feel finished, done like Popii
Let Lama whistle, let crashes come
To bury these dudes, to bury these dudes, mom
Like they buried Guta in Lama's song

[Hook: Lu-K Beats]
7 days, 24 hours, movin' work, mami
Satra chases money, Satra doesn't go to sleep
7 days, 24 hours, movin' work, mami
Satra chases money, Satra doesn't go to sleep

[Verse 3: Keed]
All I was doing before was sit and jerk around
24 out of 24, TV shows and popcorn
Mm, bruh, I was doing nothing, nada, shit
The only throne that I was sitting on was the one in the bathroom
I was lying to myself that I was the shit, that I'm doing this, doing that
Bullshit, I was just a boujee kid
Spoiled, arrogant, drinking Moet, stayin' baked
All day on Monica's money in fact
Until one day when I woke up and I put my foot down
Fuck you, you fuckin' stupid crow
You were born talent, but you'll die hope
Fuckin' get to workin' or fuckin' go home
And now I'm just slayin', I'm the ish in this game
Working all day, not playin', not flexin', just sayin'

[Hook: Lu-K Beats]
7 days, 24 hours, movin' work, mami
Satra chases money, Satra doesn't go to sleep
7 days, 24 hours, movin' work, mami
Satra chases money, Satra doesn't go to sleep