I have an idea for you, fake types, unfaithful wives
Fragile as glass, slippery as fish, you live for nothing
You are chased by a complex, tempted by money
You will even sell your brothers for it, it’s terrifying
Just like Cycamsis and weak producers
The word original is not friendly with you, the same things only in a different version
You won’t make money without a paisa, and if the Internet disappears, your patents will disappear
And fuck the devil and fuck his lawyers, these are sheets, not ghosts and not the night of probation
Mentally poor, although materially rich, ordinary fakes, dressed in original rags
Applaud, pseudo-journalists, time will show you, time will expose you
You’re a belt, you squeak softly, I speak in bass, you want an interview to see how the album goes
Marriages, tight pants, and dangerous faces in the clips, sweaty welcome, and I just wanted to say hello
And you’re talking, unless you sign, you can’t talk, but you can click
Not my thing, not your league, I’m born in ’89, when I say something I look straight in the eye
I don’t nod when you talk about who knows what, when you pass cigarettes from your hand
Because instead of teaching you, they said add it, add it
When you say anything, any way, in front of anyone
When you have money or fame, your joints are already burning
You’re not a badass, but you drive like a Viking
Look at the shoes, look at the shoes, wild
When you say anything, any way and in front of anyone
When you have money or fame, your joints are already burning
You’re not a badass, but you drive like a Viking
Look at the shoes, look at the shoes, wild
The more money I have, the less I want to talk about it
Prada suits all drugstore lovers well
Greetings from little Hufus and from all of Warsaw
Look at the shoes before they land on your face
Some idiots write nonsense about me because I click
They’re making me look like a junkie in the hipster media
He’s lost his mind – saliva is flying in the comments
I have a family, I make paper, I help my people and I disappear
I’m top Polish, but we play underground, and I’m still kicking tops like it’s Amsterdam
You’re not dangerous, bro, you’re just a scammer
And no one is afraid of you when you step away from the mirror
Pressure accompanies the boys through their trials
And that’s why it’s so annoying when you drive around like that, kid
Nobody gave me anything for free, nobody here wanted anything for free
Look at the shoes, we look up at the photos
When you say anything, any way, in front of anyone
When you have money or fame, your joints are already burning
You’re not a badass, but you wake up like a Viking
Look at the shoes, look at the shoes, wild
When you say anything, any way, in front of anyone
When you have money or fame, your joints are already burning
You’re not a badass, but you wake up like a Viking
Look at the shoes, look at the shoes, wild
They call me rufi, although the first one I got was a rafał
Oddly enough, I don’t like applause for shit either
Now the scandal, this is fun, a bit lame
There’s nothing to collect, it’s none of my business
You, zero real talk, filter on japes, beat on tikto
You have cotton in your ears, this is not hip-hop, by
Take you lack, only in metkla clips
We’re boiling like a grenade without a pin, bitch
I’m waiting for them to finally come to their senses
I make money with my work, you make money with your ass
Facts are right
Rubber ear, we have a stick, they pay a lot for it
It would be like moths, where squeaks and flashes of light tempt
And you won’t do that, even after you’re forty
Me and my squad, here in the city in the new ESKA
The world has gone crazy, so keep it up
I don’t understand how people turn into ticks here
And if you’re shitting yourself on the Internet, come to the concert
For ten years, we’ve been playing somewhere around Poland
Did he come at least once, well, I don’t think so
I have one face in my life, not thousands like you
You don’t fuck with lames
Material life that runs away faster and faster
They take on a human face, don’t fuck around
To, to, to the crowd, hug yourself safely
How, how, how are you having fun today?
Fuck off on the keyboard
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