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Genius English Translations - Sch Booska Jvlivs English Translation Lyrics

[Verse]
Having millions doesn't make you grow balls, Having the baddest doesn't mean that you're cute
What doesn't kill us handicaps us, or makes us a little crazier, seeing the horizon won't broaden my vision (no)
My back's strengthened seeing the weight of my sins, and I've grown fatter seeing the weight of my book, and I've taken weapons seeing the number of traitors in front of me (paw, paw)
When it was cold, and there was scarcity, I acted like it was easy, so I'm the same as who I was before
Language of the metals, iron tonguе, I only have irreplaceablе friends, kind, but I can shred you when I want (if I want)
Young, I only ate crisis in the flames and the Tramontane
I don't talk to donkeys, I'm too scared to turn them into horses (skuh, skuh)
You're a millionaire in fake streams, rap is all about the image
There are numbers, but there's a lot of holes in your pit (in your pit)
I've lost a lot, I'll go see Otto in the cemetery, I hope he hears me, but deep down, I know I'm just talking to a piece of rock (ah)
I won't say what they want to hear to make forty-thousand retweets
A street, a semi-automatic, of course we can turn them tender
Diss me, we don't care, me, I know what I'm a part of
I've stayed more than ten years in the shadows, and I've kept my wit
I give respect to whoever gives me some, the right accounts make good friends, good friends make right accounts to whoever can afford it
You spit on the S ? Go fuck yourself, this is rap, don't panic
We'll come into your house through the Velux or the veranda (wah, wah, wah)
Where I'm from, there's only unstable young people, here, everyone has their caliber
I'm carried by my generation like the OM at the stadium (ouh)
The three-quarters still aren't free, the streets, the real ones, aren't for laughs
We swear on the Quran or the Bible that we'll do you dirty (son of a bitch)
The other son of a bitch, he plays with me as if I was the shit of the sector, In twelve hours, we'll hear shells falling (shells falling)
We're masters of our fucking lives, we dip when there's cops
All have something to criticize each other over, too little honest men
[Outro]
I give respect, if you give me some, don't care about being loved or hated
For the rest, we do it by instinct, become number one and stay it
Otherwise, nothing special, nothing special, nothing special, nothing special
Otherwise, nothing special, nothing special, nothing special
Otherwise, nothing special