Yango Songtext
von Blanco

In a Yango going like 28 miles and I paid like a fiver
Old school, jabbing up war dogs, that shit couldn′t be done by Pfizer
Shielding my feelings, I'm frozen still, I′m a soldier
Snake me? I'm Hydra
Tested the calibre for DNA, flams on the case, coulda been his saliva
Kaiser, Berlin tour where the guys are
Circle large like the Hadron Collider
They wanna hit that dome with iron
That's a ballistic strike, like Haifa

Changed his tune, he was rolling with rats, Pied Piper, caught with a sidebar
Milan shop, but there′s no more stock, still in my Man City, Tijjani Reijnders
Temptation for the retaliation, lost that arm, no recalibrating
I came in the game, don′t need validating
Seeing my face? Don't need salutations
Songs do lack in the quality aspect
It′s a shame that the steez elevate him
War crime, starvation on my music
They said I'm not feeding the nation


First generation asylum seeking the parents
Dad died praying for Mum, and I′m saying, "Jesus, spare us"
Gamble lives on the estate, so I know freedom's careless
Ain′t letting no school system in our lives
We're letting the streets prepare us

Came out the airport, then I went straight in a Yango
Uncle calling me "Blancs", avó in the house like, "Who is this blanco?"
Peito de frango, coentros, I don't want no cilantro
Carrying all of my family, I can′t get sick of my backbone

Revering the struggle, it′s making me better
He was going up like BTC, now he's down like Tether
Enchantment on my diamonds, chest plate, I′m tryna send that boy to the Nether
Sweatpants from GV Gallery and my jacket is heavy, it's full-grain leather
The fire, Endeavor, it′s One For All in my section
Hate on bro 'cause you′re broke, and I'm finding that shit perplexing
C4 followed NC3, I got strength in the night, I'm a ChessKid
Can′t breathe when I get close to fakeness, that trigger is anaphylaxis


Friends still stuck in a felon affair, that′s toxic bonding
Still in estates, no inheritance, just lines on the map like I've been in Wisconsin
Left my post and really went AWOL, that′s army term for absconding
Handicap when I went against them man, tryna leave them like Joe Swanson
Ran 'bout 28 miles, renovations, that′s 28 thousand
No Way Home, and they calling me Miles
Count me out when I should've been counted
Dismounted, off my high horse, I′m grounded
Arrogance blinds, but my humility's bounded

Came out the airport, then I went straight in a Yango
Uncle calling me "Blancs", avó in the house like, "Who is this blanco?"
Peito de frango, coentros, I don't want no cilantro
Carrying all of my family, I can′t get sick of my backbone