SCH – Freestyle Jvlivs (English lyrics)

Unique verse :
Being a millionaire doesn’t make you grow a pair
Having the hottest one doesn’t mean you’re good looking
What doesn’t kill us will make us handicaps or will turn us a little crazier
Seeing the horizon won’t enlarge my vision (no)
My back grew stronger judging from the weight of my sins, and my belly got bigger judging from the weight of my money
And I took some weapons with me judging from the amount of traitors that are ahead (paw, paw)
When it was cold and times were hard, I was making it seem like it was easy
So I’m the same person as I was before
The language of the metals, word of iron, I have some un-replaceable homies
I’m kind, but I can have you ripped apart if I wanted to (if I wanted to)
Young, I’ve known nothing but crisis in the flames and the tramontane
I don’t speak to donkeys, I’m too afraid they might become racing horses (sku sku)
You’re a millionaire in fake streams, rap is just for the image
There’s numbers but there’s mad holes in your trenches (in your trenches)
I’ve had big losses, I go visit Otto at the cemetery, I hope that he hears me, but deep down, I know that I’m just talking to a piece of stone (ah)
I won’t say to them what they wanna hear just to get 40 thousand ReTweets
A street, a semi automatic, of course we can make them turn soft
Send shots at me, we don’t give a fuck, I know where I started from
I stayed more than ten years in the shadows and I still kept my wittiness
I show respect to that who respect to me, good accounts make good friends
Good friends make good accounts to does who help themselves
You talk shit about le S, go fuck your mother, it’s just rap music, don’t panic
We enter your house through the Velux roof window or the Veranda (wah wah wah)
Back where I’m from there’s unstable young kids, around here, everyone has his caliber
My generation supports me like the OM at the soccer stadium (ouh)
3 out of 4 of them aren’t free, the street, the real one, it’s not a joke
We swear on the Coran or the Bible that we’re gonna do you dirty (son of a bitch)
That other son of a bitch, he’s messing with my balls as if I was some punk from around the sector
In twelve hours from now, you’re gonna hear the empty shells falling (empty shells falling)
We’re the master of our own fucking lives, we leave when the cops arrive
We’re all guilty of something, there’s very few honest guys

Outro :
I’ll respect you, if you respect me
I don’t give a fuck if people love or hate me
For the rest, we move on instinct
Becoming number one and staying it
Apart from that nothing special, nothing special, nothing special
Nothing special, nothing special, nothing special
Nothing special, nothing special