Bereut Lyrics – Made, Albozz

Bereut Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Shoutout to the producer, that’s all.

[Part 1: Albozz]
He’s painting a picture of street life—antennas, smoke, kids running, and suddenly everyone knows who he is. Things are starting to look brighter, but trust issues are deep. He keeps a weapon close and doesn’t trust anyone except his crew. Now he’s getting attention, parties are packed, girls are around, but deep down, it wasn’t always like this. He remembers when people said the street life was a waste, said he never worked, and that his dad never gave him praise. People question how he made it out, but in his world, there’s no room for mercy—things get violent real quick. It’s like a flashback of struggle turning into recognition, but still with scars.

[Pre-Hook: Albozz]
He talks about waiting around in the neighborhood for years while stuck at rock bottom. He was silently begging for help, dealing with stress that even made his mom go grey. They had a lot of hard days where nothing seemed to work out.

[Hook: Albozz]
He says he doesn’t regret anything, even though nobody was there for him when he needed them. He’s smoking and slowly starting to feel okay. He’s somewhere else now—physically and mentally—because his life used to be so different. Still, his routine stays the same. He’s hanging around his area every single day, like always, stuck in that loop, but now with a bit more clarity.

[Part 2: Albozz]
He talks about how it’s the same chaos every day—constant trouble, no real plan, even wild robberies. The media catches their faces, and he just hopes his mom doesn’t see it. His whole crew’s active at night, and people are even dying just to afford flashy things like an S-Class. Only a few manage to escape this life. Nobody acts tough anymore, because those who do usually end up in bad situations. He’s still having deep talks with his friend Morse at the dinner table, but the worries don’t go away. They’re involved in risky stuff—Colombian drügs, business in English—and he’s flying high from it all. But he knows if he crashes, it’s going to be ugly. It’s hard for his dad to believe their side of the story when the judge has all the power.

[Hook: Albozz]
Again, he repeats that he has no regrets. Nobody was ever really there for him, but he’s still getting by, blunt in hand, trying to get his head straight. Life has changed, and he’s in a different place now, but he keeps hanging out in the same hood, doing the same thing—like nothing changed, but everything did.

[Outro: Albozz]
It’s a quiet reminder—nobody was there, he’s still smoking, still doing the same thing every day. Just him and his habits, on repeat.