Bedoes - Gustaw

When I started, I had nothing
Everyone laughed or sneered
I attended a private school for two classes
Because mom didn't want a bum
Because mom wanted the best
She didn't want this block to eat me up
And the kids from private school
They could laugh that I had a cheap backpack
My whole childhood, little brother,
I was fucked, not unlucky
I went to the third grade normally
They laughed that I was wearing sweatpants
Mom flew to the Islands
She cleaned toilets and slept on garbage
Grandma looked after me
Because daddy didn't give a fuck where his kid was

I've seen parties
I've seen ugly bitches
Medium bitches
Pretty bitches
I've seen them all
I almost lived at the bottom
I almost stayed on the corner
Gucci doesn't change anything because I was just as real
When I was wearing clothes bought on the market (borek!)

I drive up to the block in the new car
I haven't been on the bus for about a year
Because I don't have to
I don't know how much your coke costs
I'm drinking juice in a new car
I do not know,
Because I don't have to
But I respect those who, like me, had nothing
These are my people
And i don't care who wears which sweatshirt
Chasing dreams, they can't escape me

Who is standing in the kennel
Where are my buddies
Who is standing in the kennel
I write texts
And fellas high school diploma
And my technique is as if I were on the "polytechnic"
(-I'm a hardcore)
That's what every second guy talked about here
You were supposed to come in here, but you didn't come in
You're not Hollywood
My dog's name is Gustaw
Why am I putting this in these lines for no reason?
Because my dog's name is Gustaw
And even he is smarter than you
I only kept pictures of poverty in my gallery
Hide your merch and texts
Hide your stuff, go see Mexico

My homies were humping Mary
Today Maria is calling when she wants to be humped
I play it for the good kids
From middle, rich and poor families
I don't want your stuff
Or your props
I don't give a fuck
I came here to play the best concert in Poland
This is how it is done

Every Polish hip-hop portal writes about me
Your ass, female and male friends and your sister are talking about me
Time to wake up this country
And I let you motherfuckers sleep anyway
Your idol may ...
Your idol is an ordinary simpleton
Show me another dick this age
With better lines than Borek
I have cities and scenes
Black on white like Marta Linkiewicz
They know us everywhere
So we go everywhere
SB letters like Semper Fidelis
Nothing is for free
To see the ocean, I had to cross this cesspool
My ex is calling I can't answer
I'm on a date with karma
Get the paper over here
If you want beef dude, then kpw
But why cunt, you would have a better chance at KSW
Oh, but fuck
There's a stoner spitting somewhere again
Put your hand in the hive and you won't take it out
You are not King Arthur

My manager knows everything
My manager knows when and where
My manager told me you've been talking ugly lately, dog
I've always done Hip-Hop
When there were seven, seventeen or seventy hates
And I'll keep doing it even if I have a million.