[Verse 1]
I've seen sadness in the blocks, that's why I'm always ruling it
Girls looking like Hannah Montana were dividing the powder
Whenever I didn't have a place to sleep, I slept at my homie's
He took out vodka and doobies, that's how we have fun in the blocks
Here my crew is the family, I'm talking about the people from these blocks
Here everyone is a Simba, I play traps for my brothers
My boys from B.O.R supported me when I was playing for the crowd
Paluch supports me like a father, big up for him until I die
I write with a gibbon or a dzik, this zoo will soon get me cross-hazed
I gave the truth here on beats, that fucking crap made me numb
There was never a chance to make moves, we'd always run up a hill
I disappointed fuck tons of good people, I'll return there one day
I get high again in the whip, flying passenger of Nostromo
So fucked , that I'm asking you for help, please, please help me
I had the money for those moves, from those selling moves that were weighting in kilos
But I ended up with nothing, how the fuck do I fix this
They were meant to smash the ghettos, but they smashed it on a table
With a blunt, Fanta and smoke, we're gonna go flying again
Another Doctor Dolittle wants to scare the boys with the pigs
Ironically he was barkingg nonsense too, but never left the house
Idiots keep talking shit about the autotune on track
Not giving a single fuck about your thoughts, it's only a style kid
For my people from my city, I'll always be a brother
Morąg is our fortress, Simba is the city's record
And my heart hurts a little bit, We're rushing Gdanśk
I'll be back for the birthday homie, start freezing that vodka already for the chat
Life wears off like Nike, but you won't buy a new one
For all the good homies that power up the clubs
I'd still be a sad kid if I didn't start rapping
Fauda helped me with the record, I go there even now
The Earth is flat and sad, money and bitches rule it
I always destroy this freestyle while getting fucking furious at everything
Millions of reasons to get high, so how not to fly here?
I was meant to dump it like the stuff, not dump it in the ziggie
The stage is like a bike, I'm like a Blackman that fucking stole it
Then tunned it up to fuck, so that you can't catch me
I dance on the gravestones of these fucks, saying here what's weak
Blessup from Simba outta Morąg
I've seen sadness in the blocks, that's why I'm always ruling it
Girls looking like Hannah Montana were dividing the powder
Whenever I didn't have a place to sleep, I slept at my homie's
He took out vodka and doobies, that's how we have fun in the blocks
Here my crew is the family, I'm talking about the people from these blocks
Here everyone is a Simba, I play traps for my brothers
My boys from B.O.R supported me when I was playing for the crowd
Paluch supports me like a father, big up for him until I die
I write with a gibbon or a dzik, this zoo will soon get me cross-hazed
I gave the truth here on beats, that fucking crap made me numb
There was never a chance to make moves, we'd always run up a hill
I disappointed fuck tons of good people, I'll return there one day
I get high again in the whip, flying passenger of Nostromo
So fucked , that I'm asking you for help, please, please help me
I had the money for those moves, from those selling moves that were weighting in kilos
But I ended up with nothing, how the fuck do I fix this
They were meant to smash the ghettos, but they smashed it on a table
With a blunt, Fanta and smoke, we're gonna go flying again
Another Doctor Dolittle wants to scare the boys with the pigs
Ironically he was barkingg nonsense too, but never left the house
Idiots keep talking shit about the autotune on track
Not giving a single fuck about your thoughts, it's only a style kid
For my people from my city, I'll always be a brother
Morąg is our fortress, Simba is the city's record
And my heart hurts a little bit, We're rushing Gdanśk
I'll be back for the birthday homie, start freezing that vodka already for the chat
Life wears off like Nike, but you won't buy a new one
For all the good homies that power up the clubs
I'd still be a sad kid if I didn't start rapping
Fauda helped me with the record, I go there even now
The Earth is flat and sad, money and bitches rule it
I always destroy this freestyle while getting fucking furious at everything
Millions of reasons to get high, so how not to fly here?
I was meant to dump it like the stuff, not dump it in the ziggie
The stage is like a bike, I'm like a Blackman that fucking stole it
Then tunned it up to fuck, so that you can't catch me
I dance on the gravestones of these fucks, saying here what's weak
Blessup from Simba outta Morąg
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