Ni**as in Deutschland

[Verse 1] Cold streets, warm hearts, bratwurst aroma, Black skin in the land of no diploma. Graffiti tag wars, train cars my arena, Writing dreams in the mist of a steamy biergarten schema. Turkish joints, döner in my hand, Navigating Kreuzberg, no map, no plan. [Chorus] Niggas in Berlin, where the nights don't end, Under neon skies, city lights transcend. From the Spree to the beats, we ascend, Niggas in Berlin, where the world bends. [Verse 2] Passport tatted, my story's encrypted, From Harlem to Hamburg, my vibe's unrestricted. Spitting bars in the shadow of the Fernsehturm, Dodging glares, cold stares, but my soul stays firm. Club bass rattles, techno with the drip, Language barriers crumble, we let the rhythm slip. [Prechorus] Currywurst smoke mixing with ambition, A black kid in Germany, a walking contradiction. [Chorus] Niggas in Berlin, where the nights don't end, Under neon skies, city lights transcend. From the Spree to the beats, we ascend, Niggas in Berlin, where the world bends. [Bridge] Cold beer, warm beats, nights on a loop, Dancing through history, in Adidas suits. Wall fell, now we rise, brick by brick, Niggas in Berlin, a cultural remix.