Representing Farsta

Uh, uh… yeah

Legit as can be

For all my Storåkers niggaz and my Garbergs bitches

Madame Börje on the mike, fuckers

Chilling at the Kåken on a wednesday night

Just playin it right, not looking for a fight, right

Minding my own biz, just sIppin on a sour

As the clock turns to the first next day hour

Then – suddenly – voices and a klick-klack sound

I see Kay Höök as I turn around

Arvid and Edwin in the corner of my vision

Scholz posse’s here on a motherfucking mission

Kay flaunting his glock but I know that nigger

Enough to know that he aint pullin no trigger

I ain’t CEO, any moe, now that’s some ho, bro

Fuck taxes, fuck V, fuck A and fuck T

A record of non-payment ain’t getting to me

We hug it out like bitches right next to the bar

Christer Gardell shows up like a shining star

/Och härifrån kommer jag freestyla och anpassa texten efter varje tillfälle. Ibland kanske det är semifinal. Ibland kanske man är I Västerås. Den grejen liksom./