.[Part 1: raf Camora]
Uns unterscheidet nichts, auch ich wach' morgens auf
Ess' I'm Trainingsanzug Cornflakes, mein Zimmer voll mit Rauch
Brauch' Wasser, was ich trink', brauch' Pasta für mein'n Bauch
Und leere Flaschen gammeln I'm Ferrari-Kofferraum
Glaub mir, uns untersche.
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