Mini Man (English Translation) – Okekel
“Mini Man” Lyrics by Okekel is the newest hit from the Polish artist Okekel. He not only sings but also composes the music and pens the fresh lyrics for this track.
The song “Mini Man” focuses on themes of self-assurance, authenticity, and resilience against negativity. Okekel addresses topics like wealth, challenges, and his journey to success while calling out insincere individuals and imitators. Despite facing difficulties, he remains loyal to himself and his background. The track radiates a bold, rebellious spirit, showcasing Okekel’s uniqueness and irreplaceability.
Mini Man (English Translation) – Okekel
[Intro]
Champion
[Chorus]
Banknotes are green, just like you in this topic, fuck you
The plastic sheet from you has more swag now
Okekel is that kid you can’t change
I’ll surprise you, to me you’re just a mini man
Snorted up, fucked up, I’m entering (What?), a hundred thousand is lying on the floor (Lying)
You’re not new, you’re a clone (You hear?)
If you want to see me — come to the eighth floor (C’mon, c’mon)
[Verse 1]
Simple deal, a hundred grand or I’m bouncing out (What?, what?)
Kid, if you wanna do this, then get out of the house
My soul is crying, but my dad is proud of his son
I have hell to go through, ’cause my tag needs to be on the walls
Oo, I feel some power again (Ha-ha), you won’t tell me how to live (Ha-ha)
I’m vomiting all the time, only my wallet can get fat (Wo)
And in an ice cream box, I kept my own stash
[Chorus]
Banknotes are green, just like you in this topic, fuck you
The plastic sheet from you has more swag now
Okekel is that kid you can’t change
I’ll surprise you, to me you’re just a mini man
Snorted up, fucked up, I’m entering (What?), a hundred thousand is lying on the floor (Lying)
You’re not new, you’re a clone (You hear?)
If you want to see me — come to the eighth floor (C’mon, c’mon)
[Verse 2]
I said I’d do it, I threw the javelin
I lived through a ton of shit, well guess I grew up
My homies are playing, they latched on along the way
I know the fakes and the whores, I don’t envy any of them
Two days without food, guess I’m fasting again
I won’t dirty the sheets, I’ll leave it all in your face
What real rap? — you sell your ass for money
Sugar-coated world, your manager set you up upset
Your rapper is such a badass, but it’s fucked up
They fuck you in your city, and I’m selling it out
We’re fucking everywhere, so watch where you stand
I’m a regular guy and I’ll stay that way
[Chorus]
Banknotes are green, just like you in this topic, fuck you
The plastic sheet from you has more swag now
Okekel is that kid you can’t change
I’ll surprise you, to me you’re just a mini man
Snorted up, fucked up, I’m entering (What?), a hundred thousand is lying on the floor (Lying)
You’re not new, you’re a clone (You hear?)
If you want to see me — come to the eighth floor (C’mon, c’mon)
