Moskova - Mafia Style (Original Mix)

I only tried to pull, people
I never stayed, the rest, everything, weaponized
Corner with a low ceiling, dirty bass hitting like a street machine, no fake love, I don't buy that scene, I don't
Keep my circle cut sharp and clean, engine talks rough when the pedal gets pressed, gold on my wrist but
I don't know the test
I lost my sleep just to build my best
Underground mood with a heavyweight sound
Windows all black when
I slide to town
They tried to pull me but
I never stayed down
Now my name moves without a crown
Cold road, hot blood, fire in my chest
I don't need luck
I just outworked the rest
Every fake friend turned into a lesson
Every late night turned into a weapon
Tires cut
I was one hungry
I don't want to make a black coat
Pass on with a demonized tone
I made my lane when
I walked alone
No handouts, no borrowed tone
I turned my pain into chrome and stone
They want my my energy, they want my place
But they can't live with my daily chase
I keep my scars like a private case
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Down with a low ceiling
Dirty bass hitting like a street machine
No fake love, I don't buy that scene what tyson
I don't know
I don't know
I'm with a demonized tone
I made my lane when
I walked alone
No handouts, no borrowed tone
I turned my pain into chrome and stone
They want my energy, they want my place
But they can't live with my daily chase
Dirty bass hitting like a street machine
No fake love, I don't buy that scene
I don't keep my circle cut sharp and clean, engine talks rough when the pedal gets pressed, gold on my wrist, but
I came from stress, they see the ride, but they don't know the test, I lost my sleep just to do my best, underground
Mood with a heavyweight sound, windows all black when
I slide through town, they tried to pull me, but
I never stayed down, now my name moves without a crown, cold road, hot blood, fire on my chest
I don't need luck, I just outworked the rest
Every fake friend turned into a lesson
Every late night turned into a weapon, ties color
I was want hungry, I don't want a big black coat passing with a demonized tone
I made my lane when
I walked alone
No handouts, no borrowed tone
I turned my pain into chrome and stone
They want my energy, they want my place
But they can't live with my daily chase
I keep my scars like a private case
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess
Every time
I turn to a mess what tyson
With a heavyweight sound, windows all black when
I slide them down
They tried to pull me, but
I never stayed down
Now my name moves without a crown
Cold road, hot blood, fire in my chest
I don't need luck, I just outwink the rest
Every fake friend turned into a lesson
Every late night turned into a weapon
Ty's cut, I was born hungry, I don't know
A black coat passing with a demonized tone
I made my lane when
I walked alone
No handouts, no viral drone
I turn my pain into cronestone
They want my energy, they want my place
But they can't live with my daily chase
I keep my scars like a private case