Sarius - NajsHajs (prod. Gibbs x DDL) feat. Rogal DDL

Intro: Sarius
Blocks, bad thoughts—is that all you see?
All that you hear?
Strangers to strangers, not happy for everyone
This isn't, damn it, Mickey Mouse Club
Mariusz is their profession
Even though I'm far from a whore
They must hate me!

Verse 1: Sarius
The West suddenly stopped responding
Party swag, Sarius the sailor, you're dead
If you expect too much in this country
Cleverness from the neighborhood, there's no other way
Mariusz's profession is teaching
Head for learning as long as I can remember
But he preferred to sit on the floors
Authorities in older guys
Where dealers are, pure vodka is drunk
Chairs fly, what, the police?
I live here, the view like a Vietnam veteran, I will remember
Here and now, start living here as a saint
It's, damn it, impossible, no one gives me anything
I know that feeling when someone dies
Mind reduced to the level of a child
A drug addict, no kidding, who escapes from ICU
Because he needs to hit it again
Don't judge me by the sung choruses
Because you have no right to, everyone ignores the law anyway
I usually went to school in trackpants
No one has the right to, damn it, judge me
The fun disappears when you have no cash left
Now you're singing, now it's hello
Now Lambada, you'd dance next to the boss
Now you'd tell something about everyone
Now screw you! Life is skipping stones
Let the reflection not be the last
You already have those tattoos, but lack courage
Your tricks didn't find themselves
Rags lose their teeth trying to get on the mic
Compared to a bigger city
Here everything happens according to pack rules

Bridge: Sarius
A boot to the mouth, sand between the teeth
Your wounds and fear are handy to someone
Like honey to the heart, like crying in an ambulance
He'll help you again...

Chorus: Sarius
So only that damn money moves me
I need money! I'll be taking it like crazy
Taught that way, that money
Raised that way, that money
Son, we can't afford such toys
Or ask your dad, he has it from his paycheck
Always that damn money
Always that money, money, money!
Everything that's cool is money
Everything expensive is the best
For crappy health you have money
For boredom, for pain, for those sad moments, and dearly, screw you all
I have my own money
I don't feel losses anymore
I have my own money
I don't feel losses anymore

Verse 2: Sarius
From a young age, I played GTA II, not Miami Vice
I saw that Miami money in films
They pushed grass into drawers by the ton here
From a young age no one I knew looked at money
Whoever was rich dressed better, and it mattered how you played soccer
And either to the factories or trade and wealth
Or big scams and a shovel plus the forest
Until sixth grade, I asked my mom for nothing more than drink when playing
Today that money literally decorates your face
I understand the times because I'm not old
In those fringed shoes, you stand no chance here
Unless you wanted to sort out some horseradish
It's just theater, and Hilfiger or Ralph
It's just monkeys who want liqueur and to get high
Through Instagrams, they sort out their stuff
Put them in a cage, give them everything
And here's the paradise of those larvae's existence
And there are other things like views from the Tatra Mountains
Lifting those who couldn't stand up anymore
Look for that hat that covers your face
Because those are the guys who don't give a damn about money
And they hustle, so they've got that money
Weak ones would suck an egg for dough
They'll show where to raid for the cops
Why doesn't your crying bother me, you bit?
Why doesn't your crying move me, you jerk?
Why doesn't your crying move me, you jerk?

Chorus: Sarius
So only that damn money moves me
I need money! I'll be taking it like crazy
Taught that way, that money
Raised that way, that money
Son, we can't afford such toys
Or ask your dad, he has it from his paycheck
Always that damn money
Always that money, money, money!
Everything that's cool is money
Everything expensive is the best
For crappy health you have money
For boredom, for pain, for those sad moments, and dearly, screw you all
I have my own money
I don't feel losses anymore
I have my own money
I don't feel losses anymore

Verse 3: Rogal DDL
I step on the traps, more stigmas, the hand gets closer to closing the closet
Wrap your raps in oilcloth, they’ll shine like cotton candy
Laugh to the ribs, like a damn circus or a butchery, this isn’t a Milka cow
Because the purple stamp isn't from a fairy tale, a double ham Hawaiian pizza is coming
You asked about the model, you don’t know what these Nikes are? Sweet Dreams Chinese, the kind with a green sole
Ask at Sports Direct, they’ll surely get it
BTW, though you probably know this, I'll sell you this anecdote once more
Got up in the morning, went out for a smoke in front of the stairs—they sold him a blade
These are not criminal threats or intimidation, I’m not a scarecrow here
If you’re in the can, it's for innocence, screw the courts and similar institutions
It falls into the structure and causes destruction, and you, damn it, I composed from exclusions
I constantly learn, you mess up the job, and you have a banger when I sing to you
Kstyk! One, two, heel to the line, we'll see if you still remember commands
Stop thinking, no retort will beat this
Rap not for the money, it just goes on, on the photo you have Pedigree PAL
I dub you the knight of nylon (felicita)
There’s money, there’s a party; there’s a party, there’s money, nice to meet you, she looks nice
With you, darling, it’s I can fly to the stars, Marlboro Light
On your feet, you have French, so I guarantee you, bitch,
You won’t be the first better, something like a rainbow after the storm
This is the verse I'd quote, when asked what the essence of swagger is
Heading for the city in red tracksuits and aforementioned Reax Nikes
Green systems screw with your eyes and ears
Because they creak like an old whore after rain, but I deny it because you’ll draw wrong conclusions
Whores don’t creak, and even after rain, they smell like violets and bloom like roses
Buy her a drink, sprinkle meth and head straight to the jacuzzi with her
It's something more than damn love, you must really be an idiot
One likes this, another that, and they love damn VIP badges
I don’t have to pretend, I’m at the mechanic, pulling up in an Esper with a broken muffler