By Design (Explicit)

От Москвы до Санни

Это наш дизайн

Кто-то верит в Кришну, кто-то верит в Будду

Кто-то верит в бабки, кто-то верит в чудо

Кто-то верит, что чуда без них не бывает

Кто-то верит: дерьмо не убивает

Не было отца, точнее, был, но не было

Хотел добиться многого, глазея на небо

Теперь они считают, сколько у меня в кармане

Считайте лучше, а то ошибётесь нулями

Каждая строчка — джеб, со старта легло

Чей-то зубной состав тронется из депо

Я мастер злого саунда, паунды бэкграунда

Out lap по МКАДу — Ники Лауда

Они льют в коробку черепную маргарин

А мы нормального музла тебе откропалим

Скажешь: «Слим подарил», каждый за себя

Жизнь котам, тем, что крепко на ветках сидят

Мяу мяу мяу

Imma cruise around the city

With my blick on the side

Yall just giving up your dreams

And imma die for mine

Это наш дизайн

Ride along

C-h-a-mp (thats me!)

Im surrounded by the greatest in the game b

Gotta only play for keeps - no plan b

Touched, stopped, moved, rocked - can’t be

Y’all must’ve forgot the boy got no brakes

Pedal to the metal, you better stay in your damn place

Back onto the beat and the base just like I never left

Probably even though I gave up, I had to catch my breath

Shoutout “Body Head”, even Roy said that I was born to rap

В русском рэпе, тоже есть свой Батя

«Get the strap!» (Doo doo doo doo!!!)

All I do is grind hard

Fuck around and find out

Imma get what’s mine no matter what

Смари сюда, брат!

It ain’t about them watches, its about the time, hit you with them rhymes and the rhythm and season it with them punchlines (rrraaaah!)

Every day I’m trying to find the steps up

And to define the chances, less time to spend, more grind to make

If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take

Look at the moves I make

That only proves I’m great, I’m cool like aid

Go watch the news - I made it! (Hahaha)

Imma cruise around the city

With my blick on the side

Yall just giving up your dreams

And imma die for mine

Ride along

Here we go! Captain Hook back at it again

On the mic throwing punches like I did in the ring

Still grinding, still shining, still doing my thing

Said I ain’t gon lose, so you ain’t gon win

Boxing hall of famer

Still got them shots in the chamber

body head banger

Ain’t nobody can save ya

Hands low, reflexes cold, never fazed by pressure

Prime time, pound-for-pound, can’t nobody test ya

Quick like flash, power like a cannon blast

Roy Jones flow — too slick, too fast

you know the rest

Long nights, long flights, still moving global

Руссĸий паспорт на таможне - уступи дорогу

Never backed down, never cracked, was never forced to lean back!!!

The best to ever do it put Pensacola on the MAP

Only rapper from the south that’s not famous for the TRAP

Not a gangster but I can choke you with my champion strap

So Let’s get ready to rumble

Your jaw ready to crumble

Throwing punches in bundles

Im Lion King of the jungle

Trying hard to stay humble

But my trophies won’t allow me to

Yep my trophies won’t allow me to

Imma cruise around the city

With my blick on the side

Yall just giving up your dreams

And imma die for mine

Ohh ohhh oh oh

Ride along

Ohh ohhh oh oh