Figli di papà [English translation]

[Intro]

They want to know my li...

[Verse 1]

They want to know my life, they want to know my story

They fight to have their say as if it is good for anything

And they're all friends when needed, a little less friends if you lose

A little less friends, a bit more shits

No,here nobody loves you, yeah, here they all want to walk all over you, shut you out

Back off because we're many and we're hungry

Yes, it' been years knocking out

And now he asks me thousands of questions

This one thinks he's like the others

So stupid bro for how big he is, he doesn't even know who the fuck he's dealing with

C'mon, c'mon

[bridge]

You have no idea bro of how much I ran to escape from trouble

With my ass on a bench dreaming of Hawaii

G in the k-way, a continuous revolving door

You talk and don't know

But you talk and don't know, but you talk and don't know

[chorus]

I've never been like those boys

Motherfuckers or preppies

I've never lacked of anything but money

And what I didn't have I got it by my own

Eh eh, I got it by my own

Eh eh, eh eh, I got it by my own

I've never been like those boys

Motherfuckers or preppies

I've never lacked of anything but money

And what I didn't have I got it by my own

Eh eh, eh eh, I got it by my own

Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh

[verse 2]

At 12 I only had two shoes

But, I swear, I've been anywhere

There was not the beach house where you could've had fun

If everything became heavy

But what do these know about me? About the nights that I've been up

About wanting to become someone without losing who I loved

Without a guardian angel who protects my dreams if I'm sleeping

We're always the same even if we change every second

We come out of nowhere we make money out of nowhere and everywhere

And every day is a venture but it seems like any other day to all of us

[bridge]

You have no idea bro of how much I ran to escape from trouble

(You have no idea bro of how much I ran to escape from trouble)

With my ass on a bench dreaming of Hawaii

(Dreaming of Hawaii)

G in the k-way, a continuous revolving door

You talk and don't know (Don't know)

But you talk and don't know (Don't know)

But you talk and don't know Sk! Sk! Sk! Skrt!

[Chorus]

I've never been like those boys

Motherfuckers or preppies

I've never lacked of anything but money

And what I didn't have I got it by my own

Eh eh, I got it by my own

Eh eh, eh eh, I got it by my own

I've never been like those boys

Motherfuckers or preppies

I've never lacked of anything but money

And what I didn't have I got it by my own

Eh eh, eh eh, I got it by my own

Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh

[Outro]

Sk! Sk! Sk! Skrt!

I got it by my own

I got it by my own

Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh