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Description
Arranger: Johannes Matthias Hoffmann
Producer: Lars-Luis Linek
Composer: Lars-Luis Linek
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. These motherfuckers ain't real like me.
Y'all better keep your eyes on me.
Bitch, I'm the grand man, this ain't what you think, yeah. Fuck 'em, I ain't got checks, see these bars on my mind.
Turn on my trap party to the next. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fuck 'em, I ain't got checks, see these bars on my mind. I'm good real much, this ain't what you think, yeah, yeah.
These motherfuckers ain't real like me. Y'all better keep your eyes on me.
Bitch, I'm the grand man, this ain't what you think, yeah.
Fuck 'em, I ain't got checks, see these bars on my mind. Turn on my trap party to the next. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fuck 'em, I ain't got checks, see these bars on my mind.
I'm good real much, this ain't what you think, yeah. Late nights, red eyes, no sleep, just fight.
Dark clothes, so deep, dark nights, street lights. If I feel it, I write it.
If I want it, I take it. If you ask me, I hide it. Smile, but I hate it.
Guess I be messaging, letting like a mad.
I get higher than stars, 'cause I'm an international man.
Chains heavy like chains on my neck, no pain, just scars on my back. They be talking, but they don't know shit.
Bands come to me, come to my friend from me. Got the whole world to know.
World so cold, gotta get the boots on back. I was broke, now I'm broke, broke, broke.
I gotta check who will get you low. Look at girls on the track.
Make me king, yeah, 'cause I do the pop, pop, pop.
Just let 'em know, baby, I can move it, give it up, give it more.
Some really got got on -my back.
-Raznesene valima i vjetrom.
English translation
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. These motherfuckers ain't real like me.
Y'all better keep your eyes on me.
Bitch, I'm the grand man, this ain't what you think, yeah. Fuck 'em, I ain't got checks, see these bars on my mind.
Turn on my trap party to the next. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fuck 'em, I ain't got checks, see these bars on my mind. I'm good real much, this ain't what you think, yeah, yeah.
These motherfuckers ain't real like me. Y'all better keep your eyes on me.
Bitch, I'm the grand man, this ain't what you think, yeah.
Fuck 'em, I ain't got checks, see these bars on my mind. Turn on my trap party to the next. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fuck 'em, I ain't got checks, see these bars on my mind.
I'm good real much, this ain't what you think, yeah. Late nights, red eyes, no sleep, just fight.
Dark clothes, so deep, dark nights, street lights. If I feel it, I write it.
If I want it, I take it. If you ask me, I hide it. Smile, but I hate it.
Guess I be messaging, letting like a mad.
I get higher than stars, 'cause I'm an international man.
Chains heavy like chains on my neck, no pain, just scars on my back. They be talking, but they don't know shit.
Bands come to me, come to my friend from me. Got the whole world to know.
World so cold, gotta get the boots on back. I was broke, now I'm broke, broke, broke.
I gotta check who will get you low. Look at girls on the track.
Make me king, yeah, 'cause I do the pop, pop, pop.
Just let 'em know, baby, I can move it, give it up, give it more.
Some really got got on -my back.
-Raznesene valima i vjetrom.