Liten sirkel - Gatekunst, Satilmis, Turab

Si ha det bra til de haterne

Mens de kicker beaten, bare flyr av sted

Vil være venner, men lo i fjor

Har liten sirkel, så ha det, bror

Sier ha det, bror, som vi snakkes, bror

Ståk om Oslo, vi lager, bror

Dunder hits, vi har dem, bror

Vil ha gjerne egne flus

E’kke over natta, alltid vært her, bror

Dag og natt oppi studio

Satilmis, nok av kroner, jeg er her for trona

Si ha det bra til de haterne

Mens de kicker beaten, bare flyr av sted

Vil være venner, men lo i fjor

Har liten sirkel, så ha det, bror

Vi er fra hovedstaden (Oslo)

Du kjenner byen

Lager musikk, tjener cash

For å kjøpe mamma diamanter

Og vi lever helt gull og vi bader i hell

Sipper litt cava på yachten i kveld

Og vi drømmer oss bort

Til den dagen vi kommer på topp

Og skriker: «we made it, fam»

Hele cliquen har en major plan

Går fra 0 til 100, jeg er på'n igjen

Du har bind for øya, du skulle ha sett

For Turab på beaten er lovlig frekk

Jeg banger på bitchen, ulovlig trekk

Jobber på shiten ti timer i strekk

Si ha det bra til de haterne

Mens de kicker beaten, bare flyr av sted

Vil være venner, men lo i fjor

Har liten sirkel, så ha det, bror

For alltid en liten sirkel

Det er fredag og fifa med gutta

Jeg er hvor jeg trykker en liten sirkel

Som fy faen, jeg putta

Mange venner har blitt rivaler

Men jeg finter dem som futsal

Fuck ditt lag, heller en ekte venn enn ti slanger, medusa

Mine gamle venner er nesten glemt

Min manager er min søster

Og min dj er min bestevenn så

Pass på familien

Ta vare på de som bryr seg

Hold sirkelen din liten

Si ha det bra til de haterne

Mens de kicker beaten, bare flyr av sted

Vil være venner, men lo i fjor

Har liten sirkel, så ha det, bror

Say goodbye to those haters

While they kick the beat, just fly away

Want to be friends, but laughed last year

Have a small circle, so have it, brother

Says have it, brother, as we speak, brother

Ståk about Oslo, we make, brother

Dunder hits, we have them, brother

Would like to have their own flus

Not overnight, always been here, brother

Day and night in the studio

Satilmis, plenty of crowns, I'm here for the throne

Say goodbye to those haters

While they kick the beat, just fly away

Want to be friends, but laughed last year

Have a small circle, so have it, brother

We are from the capital (Oslo)

You know the city

Makes music, earns cash

To buy mom diamonds

And we live completely gold and we swim in luck

Sipping some cava on the yacht tonight

And we dream away

Until the day we reach the top

And shouts: «we made it, fam»

The whole clique has a major plan

Going from 0 to 100, I'm on again

You have a bandage for the island, you should have seen

For Turab on the beat is legally rude

I'm scared of the bitch, illegal move

Works on shit ten hours straight

Say goodbye to those haters

While they kick the beat, just fly away

Want to be friends, but laughed last year

Have a small circle, so have it, brother

Forever a small circle

It's Friday and fifa with the guys

I'm where I press a small circle

Like hell, I putta

Many friends have become rivals

But I pretend to be futsal

Fuck your team, rather a real friend than ten snakes, medusa

My old friends are almost forgotten

My manager is my sister

And my dj is my best friend so

Take care of the family

Take care of those who care

Keep your circle small

Say goodbye to those haters

While they kick the beat, just fly away

Want to be friends, but laughed last year

Have a small circle, so have it, brother