Antisocial

Us black antisocials live off haram and illegal substances
Once again in front of the prosecutors they talk about us like animals
I used to hide from persecutions in the bushes, all messed up in the car
I didn't care about radars, my brother selling coke from bars
The girls tell us we're not normal

Nah nah nah! The king of the jungle
Cousin like Simba, in the neighborhood you get smoked cousin you get smoked like a hookah
Beatz just called me to see if we're going to parties with a shotgun
To blow off more than one's face, these blacks only think about women and joints

Money and my family are my priority and I walk with the blade for security
And now that I have money everyone wants me, what a coincidence
That guy passing by is my client
Hey cousin, how come you haven't called me in a month?
In the German car if it's high-end (if it's high-end)

They throw me on social media but they don't really want to see the boss
I know they don't want trouble here they call the horse trouble
When you see the gang best run
You don't want to end up dead and your friends throwing rum on the ground for you
U best pray that u dont get bun

All us black antisocials live off haram and illegal substances
Once again in front of the prosecutors they talk about us like animals
I used to hide from persecutions in the bushes, all messed up in the car
I didn't care about radars, my brother selling coke from bars
The girls tell us we're not normal

In the trap it's more lost, the music pays but the drugs
More in the trap it's more lost, the music pays but the drugs more
Now everyone raps about Rambo or contraband
If they haven't lived it we know, the youngest is alert in case the cops fall

Your Lambo, dreaming of having a Lambo since I was little
Big Rambo, I don't care about the size of the dick
I thought that black guy was a friend, I thought forever
That he would be with me, when I got into trouble
He was the first one to come out with me

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, nothing is left pending here
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, nothing is left pending here
I'm in the trap cousin if it's something frequent
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, nothing is left pending here
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, nothing is left pending here

All us black antisocials live off haram and illegal substances
Once again in front of the prosecutors they talk about us like animals
I used to hide from persecutions in the bushes, all messed up in the car
I didn't care about radars, my brother selling coke from bars
The girls tell us we're not normal