I'm Chapo, bro, yeah, I'm known for being a pussy I don't plan what they want, man, I'll break down the wall Get in there, get out of there, bro, let it go I don't feel like talking shit about you, bro, don't talk to me Scratches in your face, 10-22 clicks Knife through West-Berlin, I won't buy your album My brothers hang in the streets, your brothers don't hang I don't need your watchmaker on my neck, you little bastard Let the cores crack, make fucks with the nuts Nuts like the last jokes, let them burst with masses D-2022, a grip on the grid Get used to us, bro, hit over hit Let's go for the bass, I'm pissed on my mouth, on nuts You're snorting through West-Berlin, only the last mix is clattering Your friends are all jokes, my friends are consumers Every victim is a general, shit on the consequences Please, who's supposed to stop, because the scene has your damage Because the brothers hanging at the corner, the sluts are chasing rappers I always have alcohol in my stomach, the cup and the nose are full Oh, social vein, I have a hangover, but I feel good Every day the same, but I never show one Because life is better than Akan, Scheffler, Taichi 10-22, more than his number Believe me, that's just the beginning, a lot of gang, I'd rather go to the stables It was a gang, if you hear it, fly, shit in your air It's the gang, who shoots Jackie Cola until the end No love for the nuts, only love for the day Black bars in the mouth, because consumption is illegal It was a gang, if you hear it, fly, shit in your air It's the gang, who shoots Jackie Cola until the end No love for the nuts, only love for the day Black bars in the mouth, because consumption is illegal 1-0-2-2, we bring the cards to the green Have fun with the machine, yes, I do it with pleasure Empty my wallet quickly and fill my pockets quickly I ask you for a pro and you ask yourself what it is Meet me with Sosa at the club, Coca Olympiade Almost comatose again, never again without a flag I'm without cards again, balling like Emma Loss It's not bad, come to the table, under the beer lid is Storff I'm not in the mood and don't come down from my crib There's Valium, Ketamine, Tanax and a thick spliff Everyone throws together, broke 1-2-3 cups 10-10-22, we go all out Yes, I have to look where I stay, fuck, I lay flat Chatter makes me tired, put you on a tail Tip in the mouth, with a Mercedes drive through West Berlin 2019 Champions League, the fuck wants to pull a few lanes Okay, you know the rules, jacket on, I'm full in the zoo 1-0-2-2 and not 2-3, you know it too, I flex in the club Fully tattooed and up for more, I'm the Hockey Jassadis I want more, more from Kies and not more of your opinion, fuck Bang Bros, RUF is hard Back to Hamburg, brother, hey, you're doing your Abbi art Just bathed fresh, good, he was allowed to hit the fuck You have to be a German rapper or not, I fuck my head This is lifestyle and I don't give him more, you can't have anything Dick pig has a lot to carry, yes, I have a fat pig, you fuck Doofganger, bus mode, squat mode, bundle of peppers They write, come on, make a few more such Hornbach fire It's the gang, if you hear it, fly, shit in your air It's the gang, we're on Jacky, coke, ballad, pistol shot No love for the nuts, only love for the day Black bars in the face, because consumption is illegal It's the gang, if you hear it, fly, shit in your air It's the gang, we're on Jacky, coke, ballad, pistol shot No love for the nuts, only love for the day Black bars in the face, because consumption is illegal