More songs by Dardan
More songs by Jamin
More songs by XATAR
Description
Producer: CAZ
Composer: CAZ
Lyricist: Dardan
Lyricist: Jamin
Lyricist: XATAR
Lyrics and translation
Original
Write a six is for Dallas, yeah
Make money with the lines, but mine aren't white
Frankfurt City and not Harlem, yeah
Eyes red in City Lights, that's the Rhythm of the Night
CEO or shooter, poison in the bloodstream
Shadows chase the light here at night
We're at the top of a tower (money behind power)
Not one of them is within reach from here
We're chasing the dream, this American shit
I go from stealing bikes to Italian whips
Zuh, mom tells me every night: "Son, I'm praying for you
Live for you, I'm outside, hope you don't miss me"
What do you know about real hustle? Man, I live this shit
I flipped a gram into a huge empire
Huge ego, but my money is the counterweight
Old burdens in my shadow, because I stand in the light
Love-hate, this city bleeds every night
Because little children behind the trigger take revenge
A minor matter quickly becomes a matter of honor
God, please forgive me if I make these mistakes
No promises count in this shark tank
I have the Glock in the Nike Tech, yes, I stay protected
I'm mostly followed by the press, but I'm not Michael Jackson
Man, I've been fucking this world since 1997
Red and blue light, dope and power trips
Skyline, the O's are piling up on my table
This state is the currency of respect
Law of vengeance, that's why I'm getting the plaque
Write a six is for Dallas, yeah
Make money with the lines, but mine aren't white
Frankfurt City and not Harlem, yeah
Eyes red in City Lights, that's the Rhythm of the Night
CEO or shooter, poison in the bloodstream
Shadows chase the light here at night
We're at the top of a tower (money behind power)
Not one of them is within reach from here
(All or nothing)
Propeller noise from the helicopter
Take-off, FFM, today we're going to Stuttgart
Man awaits us, yes, it is a serious topic
And what I have already experienced in Baden-Württemberg
I mean the era, gang war, beef with fatal consequences
Met a couple of real boys who wanted the crown
Look out the helicopter window, see a city on the Rhine
Just a checkerboard pattern, lo, that has to be Mannheim
Ah, what? Come on, Swabia
Yes, we are outnumbered
Masked people from Stuttgart accompany me to the bunker
Tied up people who now do coke and scream sharply
But when they see me with the masked people, nothing but silence
Get a basket with plates, cups and socks, give it up
A doctor asks if I need a few more hip-hop tapes for my room
Ah, trapped in transport, I've reached my destination now
When this boy Ismet asked me: "Can you play chess?"
Yes, Kachi, demion, leave the Napoleon
A thousand games on nine thousand stuffed Lo
Ballermann, Dadi hypnotized, you could take the crown
And now it's Jamin's turn
Red and blue light
Dope and power trips
Write a six is for Dallas
All or nothing
English translation
Write a six is for Dallas, yeah
Make money with the lines, but mine aren't white
Frankfurt City and not Harlem, yeah
Eyes red in City Lights, that's the Rhythm of the Night
CEO or shooter, poison in the bloodstream
Shadows chase the light here at night
We're at the top of a tower (money behind power)
Not one of them is within reach from here
We're chasing the dream, this American shit
I go from stealing bikes to Italian whips
Zuh, mom tells me every night: "Son, I'm praying for you
Live for you, I'm outside, hope you don't miss me"
What do you know about real hustle? Man, I live this shit
I flipped a gram into a huge empire
Huge ego, but my money is the counterweight
Old burdens in my shadow, because I stand in the light
Love-hate, this city bleeds every night
Because little children behind the trigger take revenge
A minor matter quickly becomes a matter of honor
God, please forgive me if I make these mistakes
No promises count in this shark tank
I have the Glock in the Nike Tech, yes, I stay protected
I'm mostly followed by the press, but I'm not Michael Jackson
Man, I've been fucking this world since 1997
Red and blue light, dope and power trips
Skyline, the O's are piling up on my table
This state is the currency of respect
Law of vengeance, that's why I'm getting the plaque
Write a six is for Dallas, yeah
Make money with the lines, but mine aren't white
Frankfurt City and not Harlem, yeah
Eyes red in City Lights, that's the Rhythm of the Night
CEO or shooter, poison in the bloodstream
Shadows chase the light here at night
We're at the top of a tower (money behind power)
Not one of them is within reach from here
(All or nothing)
Propeller noise from the helicopter
Take-off, FFM, today we're going to Stuttgart
Man awaits us, yes, it is a serious topic
And what I have already experienced in Baden-Württemberg
I mean the era, gang war, beef with fatal consequences
Met a couple of real boys who wanted the crown
Look out the helicopter window, see a city on the Rhine
Just a checkerboard pattern, lo, that has to be Mannheim
Ah, what? Come on, Swabia
Yes, we are outnumbered
Masked people from Stuttgart accompany me to the bunker
Tied up people who now do coke and scream sharply
But when they see me with the masked people, nothing but silence
Get a basket with plates, cups and socks, give it up
A doctor asks if I need a few more hip-hop tapes for my room
Ah, trapped in transport, I've reached my destination now
When this boy Ismet asked me: "Can you play chess?"
Yes, Kachi, demion, leave the Napoleon
A thousand games on nine thousand stuffed Lo
Ballermann, Dadi hypnotized, you could take the crown
And now it's Jamin's turn
Red and blue light
Dope and power trips
Write a six is for Dallas
All or nothing