Atak - Juice

Mama oprosti ako sam te ikad razočarao

Zbog ovog načina života sam sam put stvarao

Ljude nisam varao, već su oni mene varali

Hteo sam da znam za dinar kolko bi se karali

I izdali te onda kad se najmanje nadaš

Hteo sam da znam osećaj kad u zamku padaš

Da bih se opekao i to znao za drugi put

Ovaj život je kratak ali itekako skup

U mom poslu mnogo đubradi, džukela, džibera

Ljudi koji rade bez svog dela lica imena

Potcenjuju me zbog njihove trenutne slave

Ali u prednosti sam jer sam naučio da padnem

I kad ih sretnem gladne to je susret istine

Oni su niko i ništa slava brzo izmiče

A ulica se otvori, ko vulkan za minut guta

Zato brzo grabe, da bi mi se sklonili sa puta

Atak na 93 je samo pokušaj

Ugašen i zgažen kao jebeni opušak

Ja nisam underground, življi sam od reke

Underground je mrtav reper ispod zemlje

Beogradski satovi kucaju mnogo brže

Naše ulice su brze, pravac ne mogu da drže

Svi oni koji ne pripadaju nama

Srbija je Zoo vrt, ograda je Balkan

Rime trošim u minutu, ko Capone doboš tompsona

Pozitivan na keš kao hit Medžik Džonsona

Život je ko BMW, pa ga teram u crveno

Ako bogatstvo je stranputica, odavno sam skreno

Jer koji kurac dišem ako dah mi nije plaćen

Titula je euro, na penalu sam ko Pančev

Svet je mnogo lepši kad ga gledaš kao mi

Kroz cvikere made in Italy

93, ti ne kapiraš ovo ali tvoje dete hoće

Da bi FU bio shvaćen treba ceo vek da prođe

Džep, džep mora da je pun kad napuni se sveska

Naše linije su otisci zarađenog keša

Koliko ću još hiljada puta još očima da zakolutam

Koliko hiljada eura da izbroji moja ruka

Kolko hiljade hejtera me čeka po kraju luta

Koliko hiljada fejkera moji reči će da guta

A sutra kad sranje ne mogu da svare

Čukaće po netu negativne komentare

Kad bi smeli da se jave lupao bi im šamare

Zato što su cave male što keš ne znaju da prave

Pa im smeta što smo glave jedine u igri prave

Nismo na nivou jednog dana živimo te dane

Punimo te šare, pušite nam kare

Voke broji pare, pozdravi sad palme

Tolko smo puta već palili preko bare

Da nam više nije first da prelećemo okeane

Poletim jedan, kad sletim već drugi dan

Je nemam vremena za džet leg, u glavi već novi plan je

Mom sorry if I ever disappointed you

Because of this way of life, I created the path myself

I didn't cheat people, they cheated on me

I wanted to know how much they would fight for a dinar

And betray you when you least expect it

I wanted to know the feeling when you fall into a trap

To get burned and know it for the second time

This life is short but very expensive

There are a lot of garbage, mutts, garbage in my business

People who work without their work face names

They underestimate me because of their current fame

But I have the advantage because I learned to fall

And when I meet them hungry it is a meeting of truth

They are nobody and nothing fame quickly slips away

And the street opened up like a volcano swallowing in a minute

So they grab me quickly to get out of my way

An attack on 93 is just an attempt

Extinguished and trampled like a fucking cigarette butt

I'm not underground, I'm more alive than the river

Underground is a dead rapper underground

Belgrade clocks are ticking much faster

Our streets are fast, they can't keep the direction

All those who do not belong to us

Serbia is the Zoo, the fence is the Balkans

I spend rhyme in a minute, when Capone gets a Thompson

Positive on cash as Magic Johnson's hit

Life is like a BMW, so I drive it red

If wealth is a diversion, I have long since turned away

Because what the fuck am I breathing if my breath isn't paid

The title is the euro, I'm on the penalty spot like Pancev

The world is much more beautiful when you look at it like we do

Through cvikere made in Italy

93, you don't get this but your child will

It takes a whole century for FU to be understood

Pocket, the pocket must be full when the notebook is filled

Our lines are prints of earned cash

How many more times will I roll my eyes

How many thousands of euros to count my hand

How many thousands of haters are waiting for me at the end of the wandering

How many thousands of fakers my words will swallow

And tomorrow when shit I can't digest

There will be negative comments on the net

If they dared to call, he would slap them

Because the caves are small because they don't know how to make cash

So it bothers them that we are the only real heads in the game

We are not at the level of one day we live those days

We fill those patterns, smoke our curries

Voke is counting the money, now greet the palm trees

We've burned across the pond so many times already

That we are no longer the first to cross the oceans

I take off one, when I land the other day

I don't have time for a jet leg, a new plan is already in my head