Intro - Arif

Tilbake der vi starta mutherfucker

Tilbake der vi starta

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Dopflow, dopflow

Ekke rart, faren min var en narkoman og en dopdealer, yo

Søppelsekker fylt med tusenlapper inni skapet

Mamma løy, sa han negern jobbet inni banken

Romantisk tanke, jeg så jo opp til han

Han var jo høyere enn taket (yeah, yeah)

Livet på Bogerud

Vi lekte i en sølepytt

Joe Erling Jahr kalte oss neger når han gikk forbi

De drepte Benjamin, de drepte Benjamin

De fittenazistene var voksne og vi var bare kids men

Dette er ikke jovial shit

Det ekke for de lytterne

Dette er for gangene vi sloss og poppa hyppere

Fikk på pepper, ble Machiavelli

Røyka weed, våkne to netter, så på Belly (yeah)

Dreper meg at jeg ikke var der når du ble gravlagt

Så denne her går til Barstad

Negern din har starta

Kom inn på stedet som her var det liv mor, eller hva Gina?

Hva faen kan dem si bror, som jeg ikke har sagt

De vil ha meg på min rapshit

Snakke om bitches som er ratchet

De vil ha meg på min fleksnes-shit

Er i 2020, hør på min gamle shit

(Kan du snu nå, kan du snu nå)

Bare gjort det i to år, flowen er mye fetere enn sumo

Du må slutte å henge på min pikk

CK-boxern er dobbel-xl nå

Liten by, store drømmer

Så opp til Gs, tomme tønner

Fuck gaver til jul, bare trøbbel

Ventet på Gud, svåre bønner

Eneste vi gjorde var drømme, fyre bønner

Holla på no’n billig høner, hvis de stønner var det nok løgn

Gi sex nå, gi sex nå, (hvis du skjønner) ha på fisk som er nystekt nå

Vi ses når du vi få, du vil få

Hver helg, eneste jeg duger for

Lover deg gull og grønne skoger men vet at negern har jugekors

Åh spiller, ikke hat fordi du er en innbytter

Gjør tingen, alle rundt meg spiser

Jeg Spiser

Axxe spiser

Filip spiser

Nora spiser

Baws spiser

Fuck nominasjoner, fuck priser

For folket, alltid vært det, alltid sagt det

Back where we start mutherfucker

Back where we start

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Dopflow, dopflow

No wonder, my dad was a drug addict and a drug dealer, yo

Garbage bags filled with thousand-dollar bills inside the closet

Mom lied, he said the Negro worked inside the bank

Romantic thought, I looked up to him

He was taller than the ceiling (yeah, yeah)

Life at Bogerud

We played in a puddle

Joe Erling Jahr called us Negroes when he passed by

The slain Benjamin, the slain Benjamin

The pussy Nazis were adults and we were just kids though

This is not jovial shit

Not for those listeners

This is for the times we fight and pop more often

Got on pepper, became Machiavelli

Smoked weed, wake up two nights, watched Belly (yeah)

Kills me I was not there when you were buried

So this one goes to Barstad

Your Negro has started

Got into the place like here it was life mom, or what Gina?

What the hell can they say brother, which I have not said

They want me on my rapshit

Talk about bitches that are ratcheted

They want me on my flexnes shit

Is in 2020, listen to my old shit

(Can you turn now, can you turn now)

Only done that for two years, the flow is much fatter than sumo

You have to stop hanging on to my dick

The CK boxer is double-xl now

Small town, big dreams

Looked up to Gs, empty barrels

Fuck gifts for Christmas, just trouble

Waiting on God, hard prayers

All we did was dream, fire prayers

Holla on some cheap hens, if they moan it was probably a lie

Give sex now, give sex now, (if you understand) wear fish that is freshly cooked now

See you when you we get, you will get

Every weekend, only I're good enough for

Promises you gold and green forests but knows that negroes have jug crosses

Oh player, do not hate because you are a substitute

Do the thing, everyone around me eats

I eat

Axxe eats

Philip eats

Nora eats

Baws eats

Fuck nominations, fuck awards

For the people, always been that, always said that