Freeze Corleone - LRH (English Translation) lyrics

[Verse 1]
If it's for the cash we're down, killing it at each quarter
We're hurting them too much, n*gga, to +∞ the gap is tending
Hella bottles when the group lean
Gucci belt, all clean Cortez
Chen Zen n*gga, carving up the prod like I'm from Brooklyn
In my head: money, sex, drugs, conspiracy, it's obsessional
Gangster and gentleman n*gga, black and professional
Every kill is a headshot n*gga
Big cannabis pellet, I got Shaquille's blocks n*gga
I'm on Grand Line, leveling up at every island n*gga
Determined like Leicester, killu' for life like Majster
Fft fft, on the prod I'm gliding like kitesurf
n*gga I'm in the conspiracy of humanitarian funds embezzlement
By pedophile networks till uraniferous ores traffic
In their rearview mirror cause I'm so far ahead
I calculate my trajectories depending on the wind force
Black Jack supplies store points
n*gga you're rolling strings, I'm rolling stickings
Genetics or clonings
Consuming more kerosene than 12 takeoffs
In 1st league, you 3rd league, looking at the game I see preys
Chen Zen, about Cartier glasses like in Detroit
And n*gga I got the same pills as if I was clinically depressed
Alone chopping the beat as if I was 6 people
b*tch, the racks need to get thicker, ekip
[Verse 2]
Each tune, audio hit, wasted from opiods
Chen Zen, I pull up with slitty-eyes like a Tokyoite
S/O Flem for the prods and the mixing
In Dakar looking for licks
n*gga I'm hungry
I need the salary of a Knicks' game leader
Everything for La Secte like a scientologist, Chen Zen aka LRH
f*ck gym, I'm about firearms like NRA
I'm tired of all these n*ggas like a white supremacist
I want to drive in my hometown in a Foreign of an old white racist
When I turn up, you know me, either I bring sh*t (hash) either I bring gas
On the mic spitting fire, n*gga I got Portgas techniques
On my bank account I want sum of money with ten 0
I'm like an orca you're like a cod
Wop like Fabio, senegalese like Sadio
And I can't sleep cuz of alpraz
Shooting the CDs like I'm ball-trapping
Hella tracks in the kitchen, cooking dirty crack
You know I got the textbooks, kid
Mastering auto transmission like manual ones, kid
You're still rapping, you're almost as old as Emmanuel Petit
Very far from max power
Slitty-eyes, japanese like a Maxima
Taximan's driving reflexes (SKRR-SKRR!)
When there's no one in the rearview mirror, I like
New school, Freeze Corleone, aka Headmaster Chen, ekip