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Breaking jaws, shooting, stabbing (Rrah)
Because we never forget our enemies
And that's why I'm lonely at night, Habib (Wuah)
It feels like I'm fighting a battle all alone, Habib (Rrah)
I lie awake, thoughts remain active at night
And only see how this fire ignites in me, Habib
I'm tired, my eyes heavy (Yes)
Recording an album without drugs is like learning to walk (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
I was never flawless, often did the opposite
Can't say if life resembles a curse or a blessing
And I run for miles, spitting blood from the fight
Because I come from Berlin, where the rain weeps on the streets
No, I never wanted to go for gold (Wuah), roll up in the OCB (Rrah)
Now you see me standing before God with dogs instead of on the block (Haha)
Maybe it's my karma (Yes)
Between Jibrail and Iblis, between Hussein and Samra (Rrah)

They wanted to bring my end, wanted to lock me up in prison
God has everything already written
Because I was born to fight, I'll do that until I'm a legend
God has everything already written
Blood, sweat, and tears that have flowed
You can hate me or love me, God has everything already written
Should I stop or shoot? God has everything already written

I started with dealing, block alleys, masses of drugs, cracking locks
Glock weapons, vodka bottles that burst on your head (Hah)
Today I bear scars from the people who were important to me (Woah)
They say: We're friends, but stab you in the back, bro
This life is a devil's test
Not the boy who's vulnerable
But still fucks your mother
6'3 tall, big dick, big mouth
Elegant, red carpet, arrogant when I rap
Stay the Forty-fiver boy whose heart has long been broken
I'm only done when the foundation is laid
It was a long way to the superstar from the slum kid
My hits come from where the war in the mind begins (Pah, pah)
Whoa, driving three hundred on wet asphalt (Wrmm)
At twenty-eight, I earn your yearly salary in a day
But can't say if it makes me happy (No)
No, it's made me rather crazy
The gun at my temple, but I don't pull the trigger (Rrah)

They wanted to bring my end, wanted to lock me up in prison
God has everything already written
Because I was born to fight, I'll do that until I'm a legend
God has everything already written
Blood, sweat, and tears that have flowed
You can hate me or love me, God has everything already written
Should I stop or shoot? God has everything already written

Rrah