Bring the money back, like Kuramba
Yo, I don't check the circuit boards
The trades are in the cable, the pens are in the bed
The struggles are in the PD, to make money
I don't relate to others, they think they want to kill me
I can't make you laugh, you think I'm Sasha
Bro, I'm a gangster, others have guai
The bombs are awake, the charges are on the radar
Let's fight together, the three of us will build
If you want to rise, you have to send yourself
Yo, yo, you cut it