[Verse 1: Sarius]
It's the one, that didn't have anything, that's why your buds are changing into a kief
They keep pushing the dry herbs, begging for the rain to fall down
Smoking jazz, yeah, they want to feel free, you know
I became the person that nobody had become
From my place, My grandma's hand
She grabbed me by the hand, and said; "You make money with it!"
Who remembered? No one remembered me
Therefore whatever you send in texts, I can't answеr (brrrrr)
Whips, stacks of dough and I'm around it all
Szczecin, Częstochowa, Poznań, and you're at the district
Mum is proud, Mum is making movеs
Homie - drugs, coffin, never got laid
What makes you better than others, you watch out when you enter the backstage
My family doesn't like you, I get hated on by your pussies
I get hated everywhere by your people, while I'm still the same Mariusz
And It's really not my fault that Antihype isn't just in me!
[Chorus: Sarius]
They ask around the blocks (what?)
Sarius is a good lad (what?)
Sarius is a good lad, for junkies he's an old homie
Like a persona for the crowds, like an og for the older ones
For the youngsters, like an icon, for the mom, like a child
They ask around the blocks (what?)
Sarius is a good lad (what?)
Sarius is a good lad, for junkies he's an old homie
Like a persona for the crowds, like an og for the older ones
For the youngsters, like an icon, for the mom, like a child
[Verse 2: Szpaku]
It's the one that had nothing but debts on his shoulders
Say Mariusz, what kind of life, such drugs in plastic bags
Not even got a second to rest
And the gold on my fingers should tell you: "Why the fuck I'm doing this"
The brother should see a hanging chain and not the head of the family
Mum's diamonds should be shinning and not the massive tears
Family Forever
If they were with me in the swamps, they will be here when I'm winning
I'm the new voice of the streets, you've got baits on me on my album
Minimini - you won't hide the feelings if you love this music
The kids from the juvenile are coming to my concert again
Saying that the rap that I make keeps them alive
Simba is a good lad, just like Sarius - a good lad
Raised on the concrete of crimes
The paycheck didn't go out the window, because I found it in these verses
I know if I enter the blocks I won't have to worry about getting kicked in the ribs
[Chorus: Sarius]
They ask around the blocks (what?)
Sarius is a good lad (what?)
Sarius is a good lad, for junkies he's an old homie
Like a persona for the crowds, like an og for the older ones
For the youngsters, like an icon, for the mom, like a child
They ask around the blocks (what?)
Sarius is a good lad (what?)
Sarius is a good lad, for junkies he's an old homie
Like a persona for the crowds, like an og for the older ones
For the youngsters, like an icon, for the mom, like a child
They ask around the blocks (what?)
Sarius is a good lad (what?)
Sarius is a good lad, for junkies he's an old homie
Like a persona for the crowds, like an og for the older ones
For the youngsters, like an icon, for the mom, like a child
They ask around the blocks (what?)
Sarius is a good lad (what?)
Sarius is a good lad, for junkies he's an old homie
Like a persona for the crowds, like an og for the older ones
For the youngsters, like an icon, for the mom, like a child