Pengeseddel - ATYPISK, Branco

Yeah, jaer brormand

Fyld lige et fucking glas op til mig, brormand

Jeg har noget på hjerte, forstår du, brormand?

Sådan et har vi ogs'

Yeah, hey, jaja

Sådan et har vi fucking ogs', hører du?

Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' dem peng' bløde

Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel

Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?

Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet

Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' dem peng' bløde

Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel

Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?

Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet

Sahbe, jeg var fra den, siden jeg fyldte tretten

Mama trillede tårer, mens jeg sad i retten

Og rappere snakker til mig, som om jeg sku' føle den

Havde en Glock-17, før jeg fyldt' sytten

Og før jeg fyldten femten, havde de første hundred

Og ældre plejede at snak', og jeg svarer ''laver du noget?''

Og manden som nu mangler, er kun skal brug' noget

Du vælger selv, om du vil sælge eller sug' noget

Du vælger selv, men husk nu, at der' konsekvenser

Så mang' ting i mit liv, jeg ville ønske, jeg ku' ændre

Havde aldrig dannet de der første hundrede gram

For vi blev afhængige af pengene med det sam'

Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' dem peng' bløde

Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel

Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?

Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet

Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' dem peng' bløde

Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel

Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?

Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet

Har du prøvet at få et løb presset mod panden

Der' homies på blokken, der har mistet forstanden

Det' gadelivet, homie, sådan ligger landet

Peng' er blevet tykker' end blod, det' fucked, men det andet

Når det varme tider, vi' pakket med en Glock-30 bag rattet

Alle de penge vi har på os, kan ikk' holdes i banken

Fordobler lortet, bli’r bare ved, stå i vejen og bli' lagt ned

På den asfalt eller et tavst sted, nu 'der tavshed, ved dit gravsted

Jaja, det' ikk' noget problem for dem, der' bag tremmer

De tog deres straf med et smil foran dommeren

Nogle har siddet fjorten år til næste orlov

Nogle skal sidde fjorten år, de fik dom i forgårs

Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' dem peng' bløde

Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel

Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?

Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet

Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' dem peng' bløde

Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel

Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?

Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet

Yeah, jaer bro

Pour me a fucking glass bro

I've got something on my mind, you understand, bro?

We have one like that too.

Yeah, hey, yay

We fucking have one like that too, do you hear?

It's not that often, I let them bleed

I've been fighting all my life for the fucking bill, bill

And where we end up bro, who knows?

I could give you eight bars, which gave me eight in prison, prison

It's not that often, I let them bleed

I've been fighting all my life for the fucking bill, bill

And where we end up bro, who knows?

I could give you eight bars, which gave me eight in prison, prison

Sahbe, I was from it since I turned thirteen

Mama shed tears as I sat in court

And rappers talk to me like I feel it

Had a Glock-17 before I turned seventeen

And before I turned fifteen, they had the first hundred

And elders used to talk' and I answer ''doing something?''

And the man who is now missing is only in need of something

You choose whether you want to sell or suck something

You choose, but remember now that there are consequences

So many things in my life I wish I could change

Had never formed those first hundred grams

Because we got addicted to the money with that sam'

It's not that often, I let them bleed

I've been fighting all my life for the fucking bill, bill

And where we end up bro, who knows?

I could give you eight bars, which gave me eight in prison, prison

It's not that often, I let them bleed

I've been fighting all my life for the fucking bill, bill

And where we end up bro, who knows?

I could give you eight bars, which gave me eight in prison, prison

Have you tried getting a race pressed against the forehead

There's homies on the block who've lost their minds

It' street life, homie, that's how the country is

Peng' has become thicker than blood, it' fucked, but the other

When it's hot times, we' packed with a Glock-30 behind the wheel

All the money we have on us cannot be kept in the bank

Double the shit, just keep going, get in the way and get laid

On that tarmac or a silent place, now 'there silence, at your gravesite

Well, it's not a problem for those behind bars

They took their punishment with a smile in front of the referee

Some have served fourteen years before their next leave

Some will serve fourteen years, they were sentenced yesterday

It's not that often, I let them bleed

I've been fighting all my life for the fucking bill, bill

And where we end up bro, who knows?

I could give you eight bars, which gave me eight in prison, prison

It's not that often, I let them bleed

I've been fighting all my life for the fucking bill, bill

And where we end up bro, who knows?

I could give you eight bars, which gave me eight in prison, prison