[Intro]
D-D-D-D-Det är Stress, idiot

[Chorus: D.RS]
Ey, fuck Solsidan, man, because none of them are like us
We came from the trenches and concrete, together, bro, we're family
We rock ghetto style, only will and eagerness, yeah
We step, brother, full mag in the carbine

[Verse 1: Dree Low]
I am sick, bro, diabetes
And I have a Sig Sauer, nine millimeters
And I have friends and all of them are brothers, bro
And brother called the doctor but no one has a fever
Mob ties, money over bitches
Snitches get stitches, gets hot like Dubai, ey-ey
Il capitano, van Dijk
Like if I was soprano, you get killed, bye-bye, ey-ey
Vespa GT like if it was Holland
Ey, you're a boy, so get my balls
And when it comes to the others, then we all fall asleep
We sneak in the Honda, you don't see us coming, ey-ey

[Chorus: D.RS]
Ey, fuck Solsidan, man, because none of them are like us
We came from the trenches and concrete, together, bro, we're family
We rock ghetto style, only will and eagerness, yeah
We step, brother, full mag in the carbine
[Verse 2: Dree Low]
Ey, every time I come, then they get afraid
And every time I come, then I come with weed
And my brother operate and make good coke
And the products frying, ey, you become like french fries
Here it's candy in circulation, distributed by the street
Produced abroad, consumed by the weak
My brother count days, no Christmas
No sun, no girl, only cage around
Smell grass in the whole apartment
And brother, I've bought a 40-milimeter
Day and date, man, I'm gold bro
Your waste, I'm the man, yeah

[Chorus: D.RS]
Ey, fuck Solsidan, man, because none of them are like us
We came from the trenches and concrete, together, bro, we're family
We rock ghetto style, only will and eagerness, yeah
We step, brother, full mag in the carbine