Money & Power

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Write a six is for Dallas, yeah

Make money with the lines, but mine aren't white

Frankfurt City and not Harlem, yeah

Eyes red in City Lights, that's the Rhythm of the Night

CEO or shooter, poison in the bloodstream

Shadows chase the light here at night

We're at the top of a tower (money behind power)

Not one of them is within reach from here

We're chasing the dream, this American shit

I go from stealing bikes to Italian whips

Zuh, mom tells me every night: "Son, I'm praying for you

Live for you, I'm outside, hope you don't miss me"

What do you know about real hustle? Man, I live this shit

I flipped a gram into a huge empire

Huge ego, but my money is the counterweight

Old burdens in my shadow, because I stand in the light

Love-hate, this city bleeds every night

Because little children behind the trigger take revenge

A minor matter quickly becomes a matter of honor

God, please forgive me if I make these mistakes

No promises count in this shark tank

I have the Glock in the Nike Tech, yes, I stay protected

I'm mostly followed by the press, but I'm not Michael Jackson

Man, I've been fucking this world since 1997

Red and blue light, dope and power trips

Skyline, the O's are piling up on my table

This state is the currency of respect

Law of vengeance, that's why I'm getting the plaque

Write a six is for Dallas, yeah

Make money with the lines, but mine aren't white

Frankfurt City and not Harlem, yeah

Eyes red in City Lights, that's the Rhythm of the Night

CEO or shooter, poison in the bloodstream

Shadows chase the light here at night

We're at the top of a tower (money behind power)

Not one of them is within reach from here

(All or nothing)

Propeller noise from the helicopter

Take-off, FFM, today we're going to Stuttgart

Man awaits us, yes, it is a serious topic

And what I have already experienced in Baden-Württemberg

I mean the era, gang war, beef with fatal consequences

Met a couple of real boys who wanted the crown

Look out the helicopter window, see a city on the Rhine

Just a checkerboard pattern, lo, that has to be Mannheim

Ah, what? Come on, Swabia

Yes, we are outnumbered

Masked people from Stuttgart accompany me to the bunker

Tied up people who now do coke and scream sharply

But when they see me with the masked people, nothing but silence

Get a basket with plates, cups and socks, give it up

A doctor asks if I need a few more hip-hop tapes for my room

Ah, trapped in transport, I've reached my destination now

When this boy Ismet asked me: "Can you play chess?"

Yes, Kachi, demion, leave the Napoleon

A thousand games on nine thousand stuffed Lo

Ballermann, Dadi hypnotized, you could take the crown

And now it's Jamin's turn

Red and blue light

Dope and power trips

Write a six is for Dallas

All or nothing