[Verse 1: Karuzo]
We strut in noble 22-triple M over a red
Everyone stares around stupidly, as if we are from the moon
Get used to it, because the crown is mine
I get on the mic and think to myself: Shit, how high can you be?!
First place, in the headlines every day
Can't eat as much as I can I really don't give a shit about these numbers
Write it on my tombstone: Here lies the champ
Just rest in peace in my Lanvin's
This is first class, I swear, This will be our masterpiece
I want the good material, bring me some designer jeans
Bitch, I'm doing business now
Everyone nods along until the drummer's stick breaks like his neck
G-N-double-K, my life's work
If I die, then at least as a millionaire
I'm not interested in reviews or hype
All I want is 'n fresh pair of Nikes
[Hook: Karuzo]
Crush it, roll it, lick it, smoke it
Smell it, weigh it, pack it, deal it
Pay it, go and don't talk
About what's in the package, Diggah
Crush it, roll it, lick it, smoke it
Smell it, weigh it, pack it, deal it
Pay it, go and don't talk
Because this thing's been going on forever, Diggah
[Verse 2: Karuzo]
Ready for the catwalk, one hundred thousand
/>I have to sell records, there's no other way out
I can't sleep until I've got them all
Make enough money for every Adidas shoe
Do what I have to do for them Pure luxury plus
Watches and jewelry for my crew on the tour bus
New palladium boots and a few model shoes
They wear nothing but gold chains under college vests
My belief, Yamamoto, straight from Tokyo
Not even Yoko Ono separates us
Leather, carbon and chrome, not on inches, on the soles
At some point I'll have my own edition
Fake wannabe hipster trends , still Timberlands
My crew has ruled since day one, remain the Berking of Rap
Your Excellency, who gets your last cents?
No one here, immortals don't need a will
[ Hook: Karuzo] (x2)

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