PLK – Hier ft SCH (English lyrics)

Intro (PLK) :
Katrina Squad
Le P, le L (mathafack)
Oh

1st verse (PLK) :
Three hundred and sixty horse power, don’t ask me if it’s fast
At the last police verification, the cops said something suspicious to me so I broke all my SIM cards
I saw the shit coming, I called up all the brothers and I moved away all the money
A served fiend is a happy fiend, their brains are doing loopings like roller coasters
We don’t negotiate on the price, nine milli will leave you flat
I gave him a blow to the head like Bambi 92i strikes the punching bag
Stop trying to act crazy in front of us, we’ll fuck you up
The little kids back where I’m from will leave you KO, they’ll take you out with the trash at 5 a.m
Me, I know all kind of bitches who are doing to have apartment sex
Who takes it up the ass or in the pussy
Corsican blood like Bonaparte, classic, like when Le S screams “Mathafack”
Hey, I get the Belvedere poppin’ and I pour some out, it’s for all the fallen ones
I used to drive without licence, the cops chased me once but those dummies crashed their car
It’s the same shit everywhere
From the North to the South, the same problems, ouh
Big up to all the brothers who are turning in circles in their jail cells like a Beyblade
So, stop talking to me about money, you guys are getting screwed
Record deals, fuck outta here with your weird swag, your lame guys, your limited credit cards, your so called prodigies that are whack as fuck, over hyped

Pre chorus (Sch) :
I come through
No lean, a hundred grams
No weed, my eyes raised towards the sky
I’m solid in reality, not like the others
In reality, I’m the same person as yesterday

Chorus (Sch) :
It might seem like I’m in a bad mood, but I’m drowning in Belvedere
Everything for my profits, I’m raging, yeah
Fuck the BRI, Fuck the BRB
I’m in the annales in reality, in your mother’s ass

2nd verse (Sch) :
Pay me you fucker, I came a long way, hashish, money, your whore of a mother
A Glock, a charger, the long version, I’ll show you who is the cowboy and who is the Indian
Number nine teen, you ever happen to see me in town and you won’t run your mouth like you do on the web
I saved your address on my Waze, you’re no longer talking shit about us anymore, yeah
I don’t make rap music anymore, I do fist fucking, we call them on their GSM
These fools may do the “tunnel trick” to us, but if you ever threat us, you’ll spend the rest of your life with crutches
In this fucking rap game, there’s no one on my level, you wouldn’t last a minute in my shoes
We pull out of pussies, we weren’t born from cabbage, take this gun, go ahead, live my life
Take this gun yeah, live my life, the needle is in the fiend’s arm
Jealousy resides in profits, her price resides a little bit in her charisma
More green for more hash’, first press and I’m slicing it without heating it up
More drug addicts for more numbers, more enemies, the more hot headed you are

Pre chorus (Sch) :
I come through
No lean, a hundred grams
No weed, my eyes raised towards the sky
I’m solid in reality, not like the others
In reality, I’m the same person as yesterday

Chorus (Sch) :
It might seem like I’m in a bad mood, but I’m drowning in Belvedere
Everything for my profits, I’m raging, yeah
Fuck the BRI, Fuck the BRB
I’m in the annales in reality, in your mother’s ass

Outro (Sch) :
I come through
No lean, a hundred grams
No weed, I’m solid in reality, not like the others
In reality, I’m the same person as yesterday