Maach Deng Zeen - Rod

Brudder bass du mol um strugglen

Huel den Hummer an de Grapp

An dann maach deng Zeen

Brudder jiddereen well uewen sinn

Du muss weisen weens de bass

Also maach deng Zeen

Maach deng Zeen, Brudder ech gesinn dech hustlen

Ech ginn nemmen Richtung Top, well ech baba sinn

Villaicht bass du iergendwann och op dengem Wee

Wei de fucking Maale Gars, an den R-O-D

Wei de fucking Maale Gars, an den R-O-D

Wei de fucking Maale Gars, an den R-O-D

D’Woch fänkt un, Weekend war ze haart, lecken un den Wonnen

Ech ginn raus an engem Freiden, kommen heem an engem Sonnden

All dei Zeenen wous du hustlen muss, daat geet den Leit naicht un

Gesinn Saachen, dei sin chaud, mee ech verrooden nie en Numm

Ech bleiwen real, een Daag sinn ma ennen, een Daag sinn ma uewen

Momentan sinn mie am Cockpit an mie fannen hei keen Buedem

Stinn op um 3, ech hustlen owes, schlofen den ganzen Mueren

An der Tesch main leschten Schain, deen well ech haud guer net spueren

Waat leeft, sinn am hustlen, mat den Bridder taffen rem

Vun ennen bis erop, ech hu keen Drock G, well daat packen ech

Brudder bass du mol um strugglen

Huel den Hummer an de Grapp

An dann maach deng Zeen

Brudder jiddereen well uewen sinn

Du muss weisen weens de bass

Also maach deng Zeen

Brudder bass du mol um strugglen

Huel den Hummer an de Grapp

An dann maach deng Zeen

Brudder jiddereen well uewen sinn

Du muss weisen weens de bass

Also maach deng Zeen

Wei de fucking Maale Gars, an den R-O-D

Wei de fucking Maale Gars, an den R-O-D

Brother, you are struggling

Take the lobster and the joke

And then do your scene

Brother everyone because are above

You have to show because of the bass

So make your scene

Make your scene, brother I see you hustle

I'm only going towards the top because I'm baba

Perhaps you will be on your way at some point

Why the fucking Maale Gars, and the R-O-D

Why the fucking Maale Gars, and the R-O-D

Why the fucking Maale Gars, and the R-O-D

The week begins, weekend was too hard, licking the wounds

I go out on a Friday, come home on a Sunday

All those scenes where you have to hush, people don't care

See things, dei sin chaud, but I will never reveal a name

I stay real, one day I'll be at the end, one day I'll be at the top

At the moment I'm in the cockpit and I can't find any ground here

Get up at 3, I hustle in the evening, sleep all morning

In the table my last piece, the one I didn't save at all

What's going on, are in the hustle, with the brothers fighting again

From start to finish, I have no pressure G, because I handle that

Brother, you are struggling

Take the lobster and the joke

And then do your scene

Brother everyone because are above

You have to show because of the bass

So make your scene

Brother, you are struggling

Take the lobster and the joke

And then do your scene

Brother everyone because are above

You have to show because of the bass

So make your scene

Why the fucking Maale Gars, and the R-O-D

Why the fucking Maale Gars, and the R-O-D