CUP

Next to me lie ten kilos of sham
But I’m scribbling this sober
I say Salam to the scene
Getting closer to the mill, I make every day a sin
We only reach our goal through back roads
I don’t mean gas when I ask: Got a tank?
When I call, you better pick up, you punk
I need the goods here and now, not whenever you can
My crew stands strong
Man against man, my crew plays like a team
It’s like a score
Real Gs come through, goods like on an assembly line
F-f-fuck, f-f-fuck the scene, take half the Tokats
She looks like Beyoncé, I’ll hit it when I feel like it
Lucky still dresses his enemies in rock
Not even your crew can ease the situation

I’m making my moves in the hood
Thirty a month, thirty hits per half cup
I’m here for you if you got nothing left
Send him my regards, 'cause he still owes me something
I’m making my moves in the hood
Thirty a month, thirty hits per half cup
I’m here for you if you got nothing left
Send him my regards, 'cause he still owes me something

What? Lak, a shot, c'est la vie
Since I was little, in love, in the hood, my friend
I run the scene like the Mafia, like never before
He looks like Tyson, shoots that bastard in the knees
Come with toys, Taş is no game
Call me, I’m mobile at night
New phone activates the card
I’ll load your Jeep, my G
I’ve been feeling rough since yesterday
But I shine, diamond
I don’t back down from the side like Madame
You can’t see me, I see you behind dark windows, man

I’m making my moves in the hood
Thirty a month, thirty hits per half cup
I’m here for you if you got nothing left
Send him my regards, 'cause he still owes me something
I’m making my moves in the hood
Thirty a month, thirty hits per half cup
I’m here for you if you got nothing left
Send him my regards, 'cause he still owes me something