Čast - Santos

I da mi život čitav sude, ja znam

Da ne dam nikom nikad obraz i čast

I da mi ruše snove ja ostat ću jak

Jer svaki novi dan, novi je san

Svaki dan u bloku, jednom nogom u grobu

Zapet čekam spreman tebra kao metak u glock-u

Svaki klinac htio bi da rola krajem BMW

Da sjaje kajle, felge, al krajem sjaje tetke

Milom il silom samo DAJ DAJ DAJ DAJ

Svi hoće nivo samo NAJ NAJ NAJ NAJ

Šta god je bilo ne dam nikome čast

Za svoje borim se kidam, jer neće sa neba mi past

Za večer treba mi grass, od nečeg sjeban mi glas

Hiljadu mečeva kreće a mi smo spremni za rat

Novi je dan, u glavi novi je plan

Na mobitel mi stiže poruka «Novi je gram?»

I da mi život čitav sude, ja znam

Da ne dam nikom nikad obraz i čast

I da mi ruše snove ja ostat ću jak

Jer svaki novi dan, novi je san

Imamo hiljadu planova, jedan morat će da upali

Hiljadu puta pali ali svaki puta ustali

Moji ljudi gladni gusari, čekaju spremni, budni, lukavi

Da odnesu u kešu ono što su drugi ukrali

Nedostižne stvari iz izloga, puno košta, malo izbora

Ako ne donesem Gucci kući, pokušat cu iznova

Majke ostale bez sinova, ubija me tuga njihova

Nikad rob sistemu nemam dilemu, bolje mrtav iza zidova

Bilo koji grad, pratim san bogat, mlad

Na vratu zlatna kajla, na ruci zlatan sat

Naruči masan blunt, ostalo ostavi nam

Na mobitelu mi pusti poruku «Ljubi te brat»

I da mi život čitav sude, ja znam

Da ne dam nikom nikad obraz i čast

I da mi ruše snove ja ostat ću jak

Jer svaki novi dan, novi je san

And that my whole life is judged, I know

To never give anyone a cheek and honor

And to ruin my dreams I will stay strong

Because every new day is a new dream

Every day in the block, with one foot in the grave

Zapet I wait ready tebra like a bullet in a glock

Every kid would like to roll the end of a BMW

To shine kayles, rims, but in the end shines aunt

By grace or force only GIVE GIVE GIVE GIVE

Everyone wants a level of only the BEST BEST BEST

Whatever it is, I don't give anyone honor

I am fighting for my own, because it will not fall from the sky

I need grass for the evening, my voice fucked up by something

A thousand matches are starting and we are ready for war

It's a new day, a new plan in my head

The message "Is it a new gram?" Arrives on my cell phone.

And that my whole life is judged, I know

To never give anyone a cheek and honor

And to ruin my dreams I will stay strong

Because every new day is a new dream

We have a thousand plans, one will have to work

He fired a thousand times but got up each time

My people are hungry pirates, waiting ready, awake, cunning

To cash in what others have stolen

Unattainable things from the shop window, a lot of costs, little choice

If I don't bring Gucci home, I'll try again

Mothers left without sons, their grief kills me

I never have a dilemma for a slave system, better dead behind the walls

Any city, I follow a dream rich, young

On his neck a golden kayak, on his hand a golden watch

Order a greasy blunt, leave the rest to us

Leave me the message "Ljubi te brat" on my mobile phone

And that my whole life is judged, I know

To never give anyone a cheek and honor

And to ruin my dreams I will stay strong

Because every new day is a new dream