R.A.C. - SCH

★ intro ★
Yeah, yeah
Not two of my kind, not too much in my space
I'll say everything to your face, fuck all this hush-hush
You did it, we did it better, i'm a disease for them, yeah
They'll cut my head off, two will grow back

★ verse 1 ★
I have the recipe, coke customers leave the hood, i have the mastery, i fuck everything up, this whore claps with her ass
Impostor leaves to phuket, on the wrist, you have nothing, two days later, you have the audemars, at two-hundred euros, don't do it to me, yeah
You owe me a bill, i come to your doorstep, yeah, sawed-off shotgun in the stairwell, yeah
My taxes, ten years of cop salaries, you come act like a wholesaler, you don't even have a stick
Nobody listens to you, you don't even have any features, you come act like an influencer, you don't even have an invitation
I can ride in the city without my security, huh (oh), i sold drugs, i didn't study
These faggots neither liked me nor helped me, i'll bring two whores to the b&b, fucker, here, we get woken up by the brb, yeah
You know the team, platinum, understand? yeah, do what we tell you, if you don't want to get fired, yeah
You know the team, hashish money, yeah, i emptied the bottle, don't give a damn anymore, yeah

★ pre-chorus ★
I pay you a new ass, i pay myself a new car
I have two-three new bitches, two-three new stacks
I pay you a new ass, i pay myself a new car
I have two-three new bitches, two-three new stacks

★ chorus ★
I have a gun, i don't shadow box
I'm in the lounge, without a bracelet, oh
You're strapped, but you're no mechanic
All year, making paper, oh

★ bridge ★
Not two of my kind, not too much in my space
I'll say everything to your face, fuck all this hush-hush
You did it, we did it better, i'm a disease for them, yeah
They'll cut my head off, two will grow back

★ verse 2 ★
I'm not at my maximum, i'll touch her at 10 in mexico, parabellum language
I'm sitting on the rooftop, with the sky, the birds, and your mom
We know there's drinking, doubled whiskey with no ice, two-ten around the turns
We catch you, i'm sure, we'll tie you up, put you directly in half-rations, come around here
We work day and night, you still think about waking up early
A fight, a pen in the ear, and now you can't hear in stereo
I'm alone without father nor tutor, ram in the distributor
.38, neither mma nor wrestling, i make too much money per minute

★ chorus ★
I have a gun, i don't shadow box
I'm in the lounge, without a bracelet, oh
You're strapped, but you're no mechanic
All year, making paper, oh

★ post-chorus ★
I pay you a new ass, i pay myself a new car
I have two-three new bitches, two-three new stacks
I pay you a new ass, i pay myself a new car
I have two-three new bitches, two-three new stacks

★ chorus ★
I have a gun, i don't shadow box
I'm in the lounge, without a bracelet, oh
You're strapped, but you're no mechanic
All year, making paper, oh