Белый Молодой

Chts braaaa
Pull up here
We're here cooking stuff with drops
To check the years
And we're all here
With pockets full
On cold streets alone
Without dad and mom
This is for my boys
From the other side of the world
For those who managed to break free
From the system's chains
Meat, bones, and blood
Gold, steel, and carbon
In the dust
Of gray roads
Slowly rolling a phantom

I'm white and young, rich and young, oh
For my boys, I'm a fresh young
This is for all cities
Districts and yards, oh
Greetings to all the boys
Apartments and houses

Hey, chop on a beat like Pabl.A
I have few friends, until I make money
Moscow doesn't forgive mistakes, boy
Sometimes it's just plain shitty here
Hiding behind a shield of smiles, boy
They want to rip out my heart, boy
Straight from my chest
I stayed alone
Alone by myself
In a circle of two-faced people
But I didn't judge anyone
Didn't judge those
Who didn't have time to believe in success
I just won

I'm white and young, rich and young, oh
For my boys, I'm a fresh young
This is for all cities
Districts and yards
Greetings to all the boys
Apartments and houses