European Gangsta Video (MV)

Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster

Leanin' on my porch in my white tennis shoes
Sudden police raid, I smile, play it cool
Ten grand set 'em in a nice, happy mood
Ice-breakin' moves like a Titanic cruise
Mafia, razzia, detectives are nervous
That's not matchin' the purpose, you're just scratchin' the surface
Like me when I'm scrapin' off a gun serial number
Right before I put you in a long-period slumber
Thriller on the news 'cause I sent killers on the roof
State attorney threatens me with big amounts of proofs
Steady beatin' 'round the bush like Guerrilla combat troops
Shut the f*ck up, got you covered, vielen Dank, ist gut
Now better let it go, that shit never happened, bro
I read 'em like a novel of Sir Edgar Allan Poe
I got that Makaveli flow, a veteran from way before
When they were real men and not products of some rapper talent show
I make a lotta money, European money
Easy money, hoes sayin', "You are peein' money"
Ridin' Porsches, lookin' like flying saucers
Shinin' through the night, all my diamonds flawless
And I went from

Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster
Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster

I survey my disco through panoramic windows
Surrounded by some anorexic bimbos
Albanians are dancing in the club with guns
And the roof is on fire, Notre-Dame
This the east, cold as ice, drive-bys on motorbikes
It's goin' down with the chopper, Kobe Bryant
Yo, the chambers where I wrote my songs in lonely nights (Yes)
In the future will be visited as holy sights
First I got rich, then I got wealthy
First I knocked you down, then I shot a selfie
I ain't into music, I'm not down with your beats
I rap to sound of the beep of the counting machine
I was twelve and already bangin' sluts in a coma
While the rest was beatin' their meat like Rocky Balboa
Way before my companies were hot to stock-exchange brokers
Shootin' to the moon like Apollo rocket explorers
I grab the GLOCK to reload it and start some burglary crimes
Slowly blurrin' the lines like Burberry designs
Now I'm standin' tall as Germany's finest
So better go f*ck yourself like a hermaphrodite
I went from

Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster
Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster