SCH – Millions (English lyrics)

1rst verse :
I won’t grant them any respect
Even if they sucked my dick
You’re a good kid, try to remain that way
No one’s going to help you, not even Satan (Puto)
Get out of here, take your trowel
I’ll be waiting for you in the alley
I’m in the shadow, bang bang
What’s bred in the bones will come out in the flesh
There’s the wind, the rain, and hunger
Thirst, we’ve got the thirst, guns
Bullets, cases
Your crew is nothing but bitches, rats
Syringes, tourniquets, needles
There’s the daytime, the night time, our duty, our rights
The rights to reduce the size of their stomachs
There’s those that are down, and those that are against it
But those that are against it
They already know that I’ve fucked them over
Cruel like Bruel
The misery of the world revolves around me
Yesterday I was on your ass tonight I’ll have them on my grill
La rue c’est vauque (??), You guys are tramps
They’re all a bunch of knock out Neds, a bunch of Sosa
In their video clips you see them holding bottles
Outside they hold soda cans, these suckers

Chorus :
A million euros, a million happy faces
I’m not getting myself killed in your street
Gloved on a two wheeler
I’m not out of the woods yet, you see
I’m here for the prestige like Möet Hennessy
Around here we would all already be sentenced to death if it was like in Tennessee
Oh yeah

2nd verse :
I’m going to war homie, I got my hopes up
My stare was blank back in the square
I still suffer from all the stigmas under my clothes
There’s still some of my blood running, back where I used to zone at night
I smoked away my childhood
We would get bored to death
The ghosts would reappear
I’m not a transsexual, I don’t hide my pain under any nail polish
I’m the gutter, the culprit on the RR 1000
At the top of my game like Cro Cop, I came to burst your hernia
I’ve got respect for the elders
We make the most out of the time we have
Because time tarnishes us
I won’t just give you a half a dick
If I can I’ll give you a whole one
I’ll score goals from the six yard line
She couldn’t care less about all the hype around me or about my shoes, that whore
She’s after my dick
The dope spot is stink of piss, I’m on the edge of the abyss
Pistol under the mattress, homie, I’m not the peaceful type
I shoot and paint over the walls, sometimes I ride alone, sometimes I roll deep
I’ll fuck her standing, laying, sitting down
I chop it up in grams, half a kilo for the autumn
We commit homicides with monotony
I’m in the cabin, I spit death trough the microphone
Puto, I’m deep down in your throat in the Audi, ah

Chorus (2X) :
A million euros, a million happy faces
I’m not getting myself killed in your street
Gloved on a two wheeler
I’m not out of the woods yet, you see
I’m here for the prestige like Möet Hennessy
Around here we would all already be sentenced to death if it was like in Tennessee
Oh yeah