[Intro]
Ah-a-a-ah
Ah-a-a-ah
Ah-a-a-ah
Astral (ah)
Ask anyone, they spent their youth at the street corner (Ah)
Ask anyone, they hurt them all (Piuv, piuv)
You won’t break us, we’re not equal (A-a, ha)
[Part 1]
Since when does one become El Chapo after taking two hits? (hey!)
Who knows how many gallons he drank? (ey)
Half of what you’re taking is Parol
Look, pure weed goes round in the neighbourhood
Hood from Hatay is full (hmm)
To crush holidays in Magosa (yeah)
Calm down, Chavo, don’t panic (whoo)
I got a gun on my back, from black market
Your direction is shown by a compass
Ours is from the wall to the side ward (ey)
Stop talking nonsense (ya)
We’re all human, ultimately (ey)
Loudmouth grew up, kids (ey)
In the end, he becomes my target (ey)
Don’t tire, we’ve paid the price (ey)
But now, things are going pretty well (ey, ey)
[Chorus]
Street code 2-4-2
Blueberry Haze, indulging all day digga (ya)
Believe me, my road’s always dirty
On all rappers’ tongue, we’re the gang yo digga (skrra!)
Street code 2-4-2
Blueberry Haze, indulging all day digga (ya)
Believe me, my road’s always dirty
On all rappers’ tongue, we’re the gang yo digga (skrra!)
[Part 2]
There’s a lot of talk on Twitter
But in front of me, you’re speechless
Swallow everything you say, son of a bitch
Your bullets are keyboard keys
I buttoned my lip but nobody sees
Your calibre can’t break my friendships
He romances how he’s flying
And that vomit reaches my ears
It's your fault, your pants are full, too, ey (la-la-la)
I run the crime and find the way (la-la-la)
Your problem is that crap comment of yours
From now on, beware, ey (la-la-la, ey, skrra!)
[Nakarat]
Street code 2-4-2
Blueberry Haze, indulging all day digga (ya)
Believe me, my road’s always dirty
On all rappers’ tongue, we’re the gang yo digga (skrra!)
Street code 2-4-2
Blueberry Haze, indulging all day digga (ya)
Believe me, my road’s always dirty
On all rappers’ tongue, we’re the gang yo digga (skrra!)