Humble Kids - HOKE

Stress Academy, brillando desde alevín

Pero mi pa, ya nadie sabe na' de mí

Me dicen bruh, métete hermano, got it Bill

Estoy fumando magrebí, apunta, another kill

Sanz, en el siguiente ve a por siete mil

Si quiere, que llame que yo le esperaré, chill

Has de saber quién es tu padre como Anakin

Seis en el buzón, en el Whatsapp más de mil

Tete, eres un bufón, solo un arlequín

Check it, métele presión, puto humble kids

Desde peque, fronteando beats del Shadowville

Escucha prim, prim, keeping it real

Es por amor, ni por fame, ni por hoes, ni por bling bling

24/7 estoy viviendo en un film

Con las barras bien sucias y la gorra bien clean

Con el oro en el botín

120 Km esquivando los reflejos de la civil

No sé cuánto daban por ti

Yo lo que pude dar lo di

Me viniste a matar y bah, sin protestar morí

Confiesa de una vez si vas conmigo o a por mí

Confiesa de una vez si vas conmigo o a por mí (kill kill kill)

Saca ese gold chain de dos talegos en el clip

Y luego empéñalo para pagar los clicks hijo de puta

A mi morir ya no me preocupa

Sueno strictly como un disparo en la nuca

Me lo llevo como Michael Cooper

Pa' la calle con la chupa

Los chivatos vigilándome con lupa

y ni se inmuta

Conoce la ruta, evita rotondas, radares y multas

Stress Academy, shining from alevín

But my dad, no one knows anything about me anymore

They call me bruh, get in bro, got it Bill

I'm smoking North African, take aim, another kill

Sanz, in the next go for seven thousand

If you want, call me and I'll wait for you, chill

You have to know who your father is like Anakin

Six in the mailbox, in WhatsApp more than a thousand

Tete, you are a buffoon, just a harlequin

Check it, put pressure on it, fucking humble kids

Since I was little, fronting Shadowville beats

Listen prim, prim, keeping it real

It's for love, not for fame, not for hoes, not for bling bling

24/7 I'm living in a movie

With the bars very dirty and the cap very clean

With the gold in the booty

120 km dodging the reflections of the civilian

I don't know how much they gave for you

I gave what I could give

You came to kill me and bah, without protesting I died

Confess at once if you are going with me or for me

Confess at once if you go with me or for me (kill kill kill)

Get that gold chain out of two bags in the clip

And then pawn it to pay for the clicks son of a bitch

Dying no longer worries me

I sound strictly like a shot in the back of the head

I take it like Michael Cooper

Pa' the street with the suck

The informers watching me with a magnifying glass

and he doesn't even flinch

Know the route, avoid roundabouts, speed cameras and fines