[Intro] English version text [detuned synth lead, trap hi-hats] Yeah. Let's go. Boom. [Verse 1] [melodic rap with autotune, 808 bass enters] Oh, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't know, I don't know [Chorus] [beat drops, heavy 808 slides] I can't know that twenty is fake And how do I do? It's so fake So I can't make it work And how do I do? I don't know, I don't know [Verse 2] [snare hits, hi-hat rolls] Guns and drugs, what do I do? It's spinning in my head and what do I do? There's so much fake in twenty, what do I do? It's not a real studio, how am I supposed to do it? Actually on God. Yeah. Yeah 808 rumble, low synth, dark atmosphere]I see everything around me start to fall apartFake twenty everywhere, I don't know who's leftThe studio is cold, no real vibe thereBut I write anyway, because I have to hold on They talk about roads I never meant to walkBut I'm standing on my own, I don't let anyone understandThe whole block is silent, but I hear every beatEvery heartbeat is heavy, every breath is weak I don't know, I don't know, but I go anywayI carry the whole night on my back, I let it standThe fakeness is thick, but I cut through it easilyBecause I come from a place where you learn respect
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