AIST (STORK) versuri

AIST (STORK) lyrics by FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG

Intro: FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG
Oy, Count of Monte Cristo, MVP (E, e)
Oy-yoy-yoy (Haha)
​radar goin’ crazy on these motherf— (Па)

Verse: FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG
Rap lifted me like a stork – I’m a street kid (Yeah, e)
I never belived in this shit, to me it’s a miracle (It’s a miracle)
The neighbourhood felt the game and now they smoke less
Third solo in this bitch – have to protect the culture
Don’t know who wants to smoke with a wild-ass mob
We enter clubs with no checks – through the back door (Gr-r-ra)
Now my pockets are bursting with cash, nothing special
Zero chances behind me – That’s what the rehab doctor told me (Not everything alright)
So many slip-ups, so many tats on me (Ra)
No enemies on the street, mama, the city really loves me (Really)
I go so hard, even though I’m Russian and not a Highlander
But I spit so clean, I could go on The Voice (Ha)
How much does it cost? I’m good with everything (Exactly)
Now apples at home – Feels like we like in the Apple Store (Uh-uu)
I rarely see Kirill, he’s always on tour (Miss him)
It’s the same with me – I write, fuck, and then there’s a slump, but..
We rise from the ground like roots, now we hand like fruit (Whoa, grr-rr)
Afraid I won’t make it stronger once my stomach’s full
So in my life, it’s still the same crew, smelling like kush
There’s a rule (What?): no people just for the shot
No way I’m calling extras, to stand there in balaclavas (What the fuck are you talking about?)
We got a real steel, and it fires (Pow)
So loud, kid, you’ll cover your ears, just from standing near (Claps very loudly)
If I smoke, it’s strictly no tobacco
Slow rise from the bottom, spent a long time looking for the escalator (More)
GOAT status, but I won’t let myself be horned (More)
I love the culture, I never thought I’d be rich (It’s a miracle)
Now step back two steps
Even with my left, I’m sure I can hit a sucker (Tr-r-ra)
I stood by the mic, they said I got lucky
I stood by the mic, bro said I should go hard (Merci beaucoup)
Now I’m high up, like a stork
We don’t wait for gifts, we’re throwing them a party
I love to give my love, that’s how mama taught me
I love my home – turns out it’s in the hood

Outro: Владимир Ерёмин & FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG
The world splits into spectators, judges, commentators, and players
If you’re a player (MVP, Graf Monte-Cristo), they’ll watch you, comment on you, and judge you (M, e)