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Multiply, multiply
The streets will respect us
Started in garages
We ended up doing things in the garages
On knives, on knives
With those who do not reckon with knives
Where I come from you are not welcome, you are not welcome
Multiply, multiply
The streets will respect us
Started in garages
We ended up doing things in the garages
On knives, on knives
With those who do not reckon with knives
Where I come from you are not welcome, you are not welcome

Room light, screens lie to us, good morning
There are bags of papers in my hands, they are on [?]
Kung Lau, I feel like I know kung fu
Pipe, sports car, yes yes percocets freeze frame
The way inside, suddenly I’ll find the whole essence here, the bitch has a plus pulse
[?] I hit you in the chest, I’ll wake up like a fable
Conscience is tired, it goes to sleep
She's a treat for the eyes, I'll touch her
We live as if nothing happens
Money rules us, we bark like dogs
What do you expect from those realities?
Where his son kills his own mother
All the problems after the strip
Life is a game, take it by the hair
Everything is behind in a circle, [?]
I saw each of them barefoot

Multiply, multiply
The streets will respect us
Started in garages
We ended up doing things in the garages
On knives, on knives
With those who do not reckon with knives
Where I come from you are not welcome, you are not welcome
Multiply, multiply
The streets will respect us
Started in garages
We ended up doing things in the garages
On knives, on knives
With those who do not reckon with knives
Where I come from you are not welcome, you are not welcome

Mmm son, if you knew how fed up I am with this
Mmmm sleeping, something inside me is not sleeping
Mmmm sweet, she took off her clothes but this is not street
Mmmm street, so as not to melt I fly into the street
Mmmm, hear, a dangerous night of thousands-thousands-thousands-thousands
Dig as much as you want, you'll find a dick, it's clear from you that you're a pussy
I look at the world through SP lenses, but I don’t see what’s inside
Wet asphalt, like a gray mouse
It's time to feed the depths of the soul with something
Between the past and the future, there is only a moment
Listen carefully to what you are saying
Take a deep breath, it's all in the way you breathe, there are hounds here, but we are definitely not game
You count-count-count the hours, quieter and quieter your time flies
You, you, just like me, are fed up with this
You're out of your mind
Uphill skiing outside the window is not winter
I exploded like Hiroshima
I see how it drives them crazy
Everything has its price
It's a game [?]
Everything so that the soul is intact
So that the amount is complete
What would the family be proud of?

Multiply, multiply
The streets will respect us
Started in garages
We ended up doing things in the garages
On knives, on knives
With those who do not reckon with knives
Where I come from you are not welcome, you are not welcome
Multiply, multiply
The streets will respect us
Started in garages
We ended up doing things in the garages
On knives, on knives
With those who do not reckon with knives
Where I come from you are not welcome, you are not welcome