[Verse 1: O.S.T.R]
I enter the block, midnight, there are no stars above us
Is this fucking vanity tempting us with trifles?
I don't want to know the whole truth, enough blood on the walls
Because greed doesn't knock on the door of the apartment
Pour the elevator, the stairs will be faster and quieter
So I go between the floors with the exit at the chute
Give me a minute, I'll pick this door right away
Time flies, I prefer to take risks
All my life, don't fuck mе for doing wrong here
(I am God, realizе that)
What is? this is not a heist but an ultra-profit plan
Even if you're at home, you won't fucking report it
TP S.A. fuck dude, it costs money
That cut cable in the box at the top of the skyscraper
It's not a curse or a lucky asshole contract
Rather a well-thought-out jump, my shortcut to the account

[Chorus x2: O.S.T.R]
Due to stress, there are no apartments closed to us
You are in for a heart attack today due to stress
Through stress, a satan-murderer is born in us
Through stress, through stress, through stress

[Verse 2: O.S.T.R]
You're as dumb as you think I can't make it to Gerda
Like a holy trade, I will remove the locks with a tool in my hand
Oil crowbar, for fuck noise that no exaggeration with the drill
I have a key that fits every crack in the city
Step for asylum in HD plasma
I'll just go through the hall and turn on the lights
If you don't know what paradise looks like on earth, see
This glow stuns the eyes as if to a brewery joint
I am now hiding the DVD, and the rest will be packed in the safe
Gold first, cabona, you know I like jewelry
The whole point of this trip is that disk in the black box
A million combinations, I know the code wherever you see it
They value the smart numbers in the price, but not the zeros
Only those who clean the area on cash
One more move to the right, four, and go with it
You can time me and applaud for my skills
[Chorus x2: O.S.T.R]
Due to stress, there are no apartments closed to us
You are in for a heart attack today due to stress
Through stress, a satan-murderer is born in us
Through stress, through stress, through stress

[Verse 3: O.S.T.R]
Where the fuck is that disk, document, shit called it
Don't fuck it's hard, you better find this shit
No fear will tear your head off
Because every second safe usually has a double bottom
A few cuts after them, target, document, CD in hands
And I don't care what kind of dick lives here
This is to summarize it and get out, I feel my breath behind me
(It's not your fucking head whore)

[Outro: Michał Fajbusiewicz]
We know from eyewitness accounts that between 10 p.m. and midnight, Nikodem R. returned to his apartment twice, clear attempts to get rid of the traces of blood from the apartment and the staircase lead us to the thesis that Nikodem R. did everything to cover up the traces of the crime, around 3 a.m. On January 6, Nikodem was seen packing a large, undefined object in the trunk, we suspect that it was the body of Radosław M. However, there is no evidence for this yet, not enough, it is still unknown what happened to Radosław M