[Intro]
Pah, pah, pah
Ghetto Superstars, Yasin, mannen
Stockholm, Sweden, yeah

[Verse]
I know my bitches can't play me
I know my haters can't face me
I grab the Glock 19 If n***a can't pay me
Mask on my face so the feds can't blame me
I sell coke and I blaze weed
Plus I heard the opposition wanna blaze me, ha
Stack money, stack daily
Ah, tell my bitches that I'm back baby
I'm a shopaholic I dress like a true don
We're talking Hugo Boss, Moncler's and Louis Vuitton
Dreams don't come true for free
In my neighbourhood we give the kids shoes for free
If I'm broke then you might lose your P's
I break into your house if you lose my keys
I'm stacking every penny, I fill my glass with Henny
I cock the semi, call my haters are too many
From hasch to weed, from dope to cocaine
Fuck the police, we give them no names
Ah, they already know we talk nada
Yasin Byn a.k.a Stockholm don dada
I do my own thing fuck a haters opinion
My life's like Google and I'm searching for a million
If I see police I'm known to bounce
I got five keys but I've never owned a house
Screaming "Fuck the feds" while n***as talk to feds
We got arms and belts
In the trap with my n***a Ark's cartel
Cocaine galore, I'm not a criminal I'm a entrepreneur
The feds love my hasch
They can't stop blazing
They came trough Malmö straight from Copenhagen
My n***as smoke n***as for fun
I'm posted on the block cop killers in my gun
Ah, yeah, I'm on the run
Rinkeby for life, they know where I'm from
I told the little bitch, I'm bigger than you think
I love to bust my gun everytime I drink
I'm always pushing food I got the 7.62
When they see me coming through
They scared like Scooby-Doo
And I don't give a fuck about no label
I'm attached to more plugs than a cable
I'm trapped till I'm stable
Ah, I'm in the studio for a minute then it's back to the paper
Back to San Siro top class kashmir, fifty thousand for a kilo
Only making bangers but I'm always in the streets
I only go to studio when I'm ducking the police, free my n***as in the pen
Ah, I do this for my n***as in the ends
They know my n***as don't pretend
If I'm in the club you can find me by the bar
In front the club, fifty grams coca in my car
They know I got the best, ten grams for test
Sixtyfive nothing less, still they won't let me rest
Dress to impress, always brand new
Armani Jeans from the top down to my shoes
Free Franky, he can't see the sun
Ghetto Superstars my team is on
[Chorus]
They don't wanna see you on top
They don't wanna see you shine, no
They know I got the city unlocked
I only got money on my mind, ay
They don't wanna see you on top
They don't wanna see you shine, no
They know I got the city unlocked
I only got money on my mind, ay
They don't wanna see you shine
They don't wanna see you shine, no
They don't wanna see you shine
They don't wanna see you shine, no
They don't wanna see you shine
They don't wanna see you shine, no
They don't wanna see you on top
They don't wanna see you shine, no