Grey walls of my hood, they never will adjudicate, they always will understood, Soon another one spring going to over, Lio rolling, like its tradition, smoke days special edition, check that Range Rover was today here several times, looks like someone going to solve problems with old methods, Clean work without noise, no guns, just cold metal. Back part of neck always is lethal. Fuck your games of thrones, I already tired, the truth that we all time alone, and alone we will dying Rap from saharova, I trying to save myself from coca without cola, nikotine and lungs, Late evening usual call and again hola look in my eyes, Bitch how I can bein not sad? that minds was in evening, But night was slowly moovin to end, I promise i will leave all this drug games, but today all my room will stayin in haze, I will do not tell names and its not like Emily Rose, but my devils stay close they always with me, real shit, and who am I without principles, The wolfs among all of your friends we will keep silence some time, than welcome, washin your hands, Nine circles of hell, I know them, I know them so well, Another one round. U know, sometimes silence can be too louod But I have madecine, all that notebooks, Will be mine legacy Its sad dont have friends but more sad do not have enemies. Looks like it will be rain today No man its not fucking solution, again and again closing yourself in square of walls, all that rappers making hip-hop revolution, stop that, enough, anyway they all saing the same stuff. U never will catch me in clubs, only plastic there, open your eyes humans, who was give u an right to playing in Gods? My hero keep moving he was hear a shots Explosions inside of his head than turning words in bars, couplet after another one couplet. It part of me, part of my life, Bitch touch me and Die, I have a knife, bitch I have a knife.