I guess everyone has now noticed that Capital Bra has separated from his label. Another hit that came up this week, which also has to do with the topic of leaving the label, is Capital Bra, Bra, Bra. No, no, no, no. Yes, they want me to fall. Yes, they want me to pay. But bro, I have a gun. And enough bullets for all of you. Come, come. Yes, they want me to fall. Yes, they want me to pay. But bro, I have a gun. And enough bullets for all of you. I was always straight, brother, you can ask anyone. I wish no one anything bad, I don't want to hurt anyone. Many burst, many hate, yes, and many bleed. But in contrast to you, I can still look in the mirror. Every day at the farm, bro, on Jacky Cola Haze. Nights in the studio, ask The Graves. First they called me brother, then liar, then honest man. But I swear to you on everything, bro, I didn't go for money. I didn't go for money either. You say money changes people because of status or fame. You're right, money changes people, people around you. But I don't change a dime, no success, no prizes. Because the brother remains the same. Yes, they want me to fall. Yes, they want me to pay. But bro, I have a gun. And enough bullets for all of you. Come, come. Yes, they want me to fall. Yes, they want me to pay. But bro, I have a gun. And enough bullets for all of you. Only our old men eat like a pantomime. I only want to eat with Frank Roussein. Never again Miracoli. Rappers eat projectiles from my magazine. Bam, bam, bam. Out of the black, make a van. Yalla, drive, drive, drive. Because the wallet burns. Look, I load the revolver. Samra Travolta. Cash all green like a ganja salesman. Tickets to bands. Dangerous, intelligent. I buy a ticket to Geneva. The tenth tip, it burns. Cataleya style. Come to your room at night. Libanon should always be purple like gold. Yes, they want me to fall. Yes, they want me to pay. But bro, I have a gun. And enough bullets for all of you. Come, come. Yes, they want me to fall. Yes, they want me to pay. But bro, I have a gun. And enough bullets for all of you. You're right. It will never be like it used to be. Because I made you big and make you small again. I finally feel free and shoot everything away. Yes, my friend. From today on, I eat everything I like. 20 years of rap. Until he dies and breaks up with us. Brother, I won't let go like a police officer. You poisoned my heart with your way. I'm going to the front, bro. You're hanging in the waiting line. Your faces are stupefied after a white line. Salam, Captain. Welcome to the family. We run up and you run down. You're puking. But you can't hit me more than on the shoulder. Yes, they want me to fall. Yes, they want me to pay. But bro, I have a gun. And enough bullets for all of you. Come, come. Yes, they want me to fall. Yes, they want me to pay. But bro, I have a gun. And enough bullets for all of you. That I fall. For all of you. For all of you.