P1A beats all day every day.
Okay.
Chachachachachalls.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, about indeed, ay.
Roland
I'm living in a world where people don't leave
And in the cell it's grey and so cold at night without money,
without a wife
My life is a drama between cell block and quality
Do you know what it means when you live on the street?
Dragged weekend, bull storms in
I wonder how it is to be such a *
You don't take me for granted,
you want me to show my ID
Don't be surprised when I show you my fist
I'm a striker in the rental car,
haha license plate
Customers on turkeys,
the end tracks For a few good days I have to turn around in the court
But the justice wants to * me and see
me down Everything I steal is the truth,
my darling
Money is made and invested in drugs
What kind of adapted rap of things I see
Of which most rappers will certainly not understand me
Pray to God that the V-man doesn't get caught
Otherwise from business to junkies in EU prison
I'm living in a world where people don't leave And in
the cell it's grey and so cold at night without money,
without a wife
You don't have to understand all of this I'm
living in a world where people don't leave
And in the cell it's grey and so cold at night without money,
without a wife
You don't have to understand all of this I'm
living in a world where people don't leave
And in the cell it's grey and so cold at night without money,
without a wife
You don't have to understand all of this I'm
living in a world where people don't leave
And in the cell it's grey and so cold at night without money,
without a wife