Ukraine Testo

...yeah, well, we're playing a game here, pal
Ukraine is game to you? How 'bout I take your little board and smash!

They said, "Go back where you came from"
Can't go where I came from
As a kid we escaped it, man, that shit ain't no game that's fun
Outsider since day one, been that since way young
Used to squirm in the seat when teachers called out my name, son
Bells that my name rung, hell that my fame brung
Might just roll up, like, "Hold up, was you saying sumn?" Don't reach for your waist stuntin', my droogy, I ain't dumb
Only thing you herbs ever shot was a paint gun
Only whip you skrt in the lot's an arcade one
The ones where you race 'em, mo'fuckers straight bums
My voice alone left lames stunned, they caught heart attacks
My team rare like artifacts, surprisingly, I'm the tame one
This thing 'bout to Popov, never ran when it popped off
Traded my culture for four wings and some hot sauce
What happened to оливье? What happened to пельмени?
Spare you the details, these tales I could tell plenty

We used to rock stripes, used to rock Airs
No matter how fire the fit, didn't fit in anywhere
Droogs used to ride bikes, cut school, played the stairs for years
I felt stuck, wasn't going nowhere
On the outside I seemed tough, inside I was scared
In a room full of people, feel like the only one there
Had to stop givin' a fuck, really not care
Live life with no fear, I'm good everywhere, legal alien
And ain't no English man in New York, I really am from New York
How else are you supposed to sound when you talk?
After all those years smokin' Vanilla Dutches, Newports
You thought I was lookin' for the rapper how I asked for Too Short
The used to gawk at me like some unsightly creature
Blacks and Ricans weren't eager to greet him
The white kids didn't like me, neither
What makes you think the rap game would be any different?
Plus every mention of Jews had to do with penny-pinchin'
The preview of what they try and send atcha (they'll finish ya)
One minute you're large, next minute you're miniature
They not inclined to co-sign shit they don't get a percentage of
Just gotta remember what the fuck you got in it for, bruh
Took me back to ESL, I was mad as hell
Said you were Russian, was like that word had a smell
Now I wear that shit like cologne, accordingly known as the YOD-father
That's Mikha'el Corleone
I see you tryna get that street cred, dunce
I, too, used to be a loser, every Future was a meathead, once
(Dump Gawd: Krutoy)
Even had a pair of fronts

Used to rock stripes, used to rock Airs
No matter how fire the fit, didn't fit in anywhere
Droogs used to ride bikes, cut school, played the stairs for years
I felt stuck, wasn't going nowhere
On the outside I seemed tough, inside I was scared
In a room full of people, feel like the only one there
Had to stop givin' a fuck, really not care
Live life with no fear, I'm good everywhere, legal alien, you feel me?

That's how you do it son, say sumn now
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Fuck outta here, I'm w—I know what I am
The hardest thing to be is yourself