Lyrics: Hungry lions go hunting Getting meat before they threaten to go under Our system: sticking together, not saying anything If they ask you in court (pschh) Rental car full of plates for illegal firearms Crashing over borders at full speed for Louis V bags Many say that many have this goal We say, "You never wanted us anyways!" (never had) Once again, he's sitting in custody This time they're talking about Siebner, whom he can get, damn, man The turn-off is there, judges are assholes Lawyer says he can't do anything (aah) Thick stuff that we get involved in In bags lie poison plates, saddles made of ketamine, twisted Mister, take a hit of that hash, then (eowa) You will feel how it hits you Minds are fucked up in the area (yes) Dreams were big, but the real means are lacking (yes) My people grew up between ghetto blocks, trapped in the system (yes) We deal with weed here and end up in prison Minds are fucked up in the area (yes) Dreams were big, but the real means are lacking (yes) My people grew up between ghetto blocks, trapped in the system (yes) We deal with weed here and end up in prison You know what I want, thick meat on the grill Time doesn't stand still, so I keep killing it Meat, someday we'll be rich And talk about old times and all that shit, you know? (you know?) We are surrounded by sirens, always Hustle in the neighborhood where I live, because of drugs or fights And we go down this path, fucked by our resumes Forget about applying, they'll put you on a waiting list Eight euros per hour, for eight euros customers come to fetch hefty amounts Of the colorful Super Skunk Tell me, who do you want to fool, politicians? You make us a slave nation while filling your pockets (pftu) Many are fed up, idiots vote for AfDoof When elections are already fucked up on cocaine Capri Sun and a joint to forget The world is fucked up and I don't want to know anymore Minds are fucked up in the area (yes) Dreams were big, but the real means are lacking (yes) My people grew up between ghetto blocks, trapped in the system (yes) We deal with weed here and end up in prison Minds are fucked up in the area (yes) Dreams were big, but the real means are lacking (yes) My people grew up between ghetto blocks, trapped in the system (yes) We deal with weed here and end up in prison
