Rail Road

[Songtext zu „Rail Road“ ft. Brandon Thomas]

[Intro: Brandon Thomas]
Watch me, look at me (You know I was lying)
Watch me, look at me (You know I was lying)
Watch me, look at me (I'm lying im dying)
Read a book, take a look (In my mind I'm dying)
Ride around with the hood (Where everyone's dying)
With the, with the, oh (So everyone is lying)
Man, what, what he sayin'? (Shit, ay)

[Hook: morten]
Wir hustlen, wir ticken, das ist die Mission
Nur Gott kann mich richten, die Cops könn'n sich ficken
Die Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden
Das Ott, das wir kiffen, wie 'n Box in die Rippen
Wir hustlen, wir ticken, das ist die Mission
Nur Gott kann mich richten, die Cops könn'n sich ficken
Die Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden
Das Ott, das wir kiffen, wie 'n Box in die Rippen
Mach' paar Million'n

[Part 1: morten]
Verkaufe die Bags wie Louis Vuitton
Verkaufe die Bags so wie Michael Kors
Brauche mehr Cash, was ist der Lohn?
Haufen voll Cash, Abermillion'n
Wusste nie viel, wusste nur wie
Ich und mein Gs, machen zu Kies, fick die Industrie
Ich bin in den Streets, die Drinks sind alle dirty, doch alles ist clean

[Part 2: Brandon Thomas]
Talk too much, yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much, yeah
Stay in touch, t–told her: "Stay in touch", yeah
We rollin' now, man, smokin' on these blunts, man (On these blunts, yeah)
I smoke no cigarettes (Only gas), man, shit disgusting (Fuckin' stoney)
Uh, ey, ride around my city with it
Yeah, been a fuck-up and checkin' your city with it
Hello? Let's go, she don't no snitch on my blow
Nigga, I pay with the dope, nigga, I came with the dope
Nigga, I been trappin' dope, since 'bout eight years old
Nigga, I see you in the cold, nigga, but I'm still bold

[Bridge: Brandon Thomas]
Nigga, you know what the fuck going on?
Nigga, I'm in Berlin with these niggas
In the motherfuckin' studio, nigga, we goin' crazy

[Hook: morten]
Wir hustlen, wir ticken, das ist die Mission
Nur Gott kann mich richten, die Cops könn'n sich ficken
Gosse lässt grüßen, von Norden bis Süden
Das Ott, das wir kiffen, wie 'n Box in die Rippen
Mach' paar Million'n

[Intro: Brandon Thomas]
Watch me, look at me
Watch me, look at me
Watch me, look at me
Read a book, take a look
Ride around, with the hood
With the, with the, uh
Man, what, what he sayin'?

[Hook: morten]
We hustle, we deal
This is the mission
Only God can judge me
The cops can go fuck themselves
The street sends its greetings, from north to south
The pot, that we smoke
We box, the rats
We hustle, we deal
This is the mission
Only God can judge me
The cops can go fuck themselves
The street sends its greetings, from north to south
The pot, that we smoke
We box, the rats

[Part 1: morten]
We make millions
I sell the bags like Luis Vuitton
I sell the bags just like Michael Kors
I'm smokin' my cash, what's the reward?
Stacks of cash, millions and millions
Still not much, just knew how
Me and my G's, make into cash, for the industry
I'm on the streets, the drinks are too dirty, but everything's clean

[Part 2: Brandon Thomas]
Talk too much
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much, yeah
Stay in touch, told her "stay in touch", yeah
We rollin' now, man
Smokin' all these blunts, man
I smoke no cigarettes, man
Shit disgusting
Uh, ey, ride around my city with it
Yeah, man, I fuck a bitch up in your city with it
Hello? Let's go
She [?] blow
Nigga, I pay with the dope
Nigga, I came with the dope
Nigga, I been trappin' dope
Since 'bout eight years old
Nigga, I see you in the cold
Nigga, but I'm still bold

[Bridge: Brandon Thomas]
Nigga, you better know what the fuck going on
Nigga, I'm in Berlin with these Niggas
In the motherfuckin' Studio, Nigga
We goin' crazy

[Hook: morten]
We hustle, we deal
This is the mission
Only God can judge me
The cops can go fuck themselves
The street sends its greetings, from north to south
The pot, that we smoke
We box, the rats
We make millions