Rail Road - Morten, Brandon Thomas

Watch me, look at me

Watch me, look at me

Watch me, look at me

Read a book, take a look

Ride around, with the hood

With the, with the, uh

Man, what, what he sayin'?

Wir husslen, wir ticken

Das ist die Mission

Nur Gott kann mich richten

Die Cops könn'n sich ficken

Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden

Das Ot, das wir kiffen

Wir boxen, die Ratten

Wir husslen, wir ticken

Das ist die Mission

Nur Gott kann mich richten

Die Cops könn'n sich ficken

Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden

Das Ot, das wir kiffen

Wir boxen, die Ratten

Machen Million

Verkaufe die Bags wie Luis Vuitton

Verkaufe die Bags so wie Michael Kors

Rauche mein Cash, was ist der Lohn

Haufen von Cash, Abermillion

Trotzdem nicht viel, im Video

Ich und meine Gs machen zu Kies für die Industrie

Ich bin in den Streets, die Drinks sind zu dirty, aber alles ist clean

Talk too much

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much, yeah

Stay in touch, told her «stay in touch», yeah

We rollin' now, man

Smokin' all these blunts, man

I smoke no cigarettes, man

Shit disgusting

Uh, ey, ride around my city with it

Yeah, man, I fuck a bitch up in your city with it

Hello?

Let’s go

She blow

Nigga, I pay with the dope

Nigga, I came with the dope

Nigga, I been trappin' dope

Since 'bout eight years old

Nigga, I see you in the cold

Nigga, but I’m still bold

Nigga, you better know what the fuck going on

Nigga, I’m in Berlin with these Niggas

In the motherfuckin' Studio, Nigga

We goin' crazy

Wir husslen, wir ticken

Das ist die Mission

Nur Gott kann mich richten

Die Cops könn'n sich ficken

Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden

Das Ot, das wir kiffen

Wir boxen, die Ratten

Wir husslen, wir ticken

Das ist die Mission

Nur Gott kann mich richten

Die Cops könn'n sich ficken

Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden

Das Ot, das wir kiffen

Wir boxen, die Ratten

Watch me, look at me

Watch me, look at me

Watch me, look at me

Read a book, take a look

Ride around, with the hood

With the, with the, uh

Man, what, what he sayin'?

We hussle, we tick

That's the mission

Only God can Judge Me

The cops can fuck each other

Greetings from Gosse, from north to south

The ot we smoke weed

We box, the rats

We hussle, we tick

That's the mission

Only God can Judge Me

The cops can fuck each other

Greetings from Gosse, from north to south

The ot we smoke weed

We box, the rats

Make a million

Sell ​​the bags like Luis Vuitton

Sell ​​the bags like Michael Kors

Smoke my cash, what's the reward

Piles of cash, millions upon millions

Still not much, in the video

Me and my Gs turn into gravel for the industry

I'm in the streets, the drinks are too dirty, but everything is clean

Talk too much

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much, yeah

Stay in touch, told her "stay in touch", yeah

We rollin' now, man

Smokin' all these blunts, man

I smoke no cigarettes, man

Shit disgusting

Uh, ey, ride around my city with it

Yeah, man, I fuck a bitch up in your city with it

Hello?

Let's go

she blow

Nigga, I pay with the dope

Nigga, I came with the dope

Nigga, I been trappin' dope

Since 'bout eight years old

Nigga, I see you in the cold

Nigga, but I'm still bold

Nigga, you better know what the fuck going on

Nigga, I'm in Berlin with these niggas

In the motherfuckin' studio, nigga

We're going crazy

We hussle, we tick

That's the mission

Only God can Judge Me

The cops can fuck each other

Greetings from Gosse, from north to south

The ot we smoke weed

We box, the rats

We hussle, we tick

That's the mission

Only God can Judge Me

The cops can fuck each other

Greetings from Gosse, from north to south

The ot we smoke weed

We box, the rats