La mia storia [English translation]

Don't judge my story before hearing it

Ehi, pow

Ah, ye ye

There was once in the midst of smoke and nets

A little pest with shoes with holes on the feet

Never early, coming back late

The older ones were in jail, the only examples you see

Searching for money like models

Sometimes they search for gold in bottles

What I think cause I got two sisters at home

Mouthfuls of hatred go down like pills, ah

I remember living underground at #22

A house, at least one with a shared bathroom

On the outskirts you can see the stars in the evening

Not pretty, if you get crushed like cranks

But she was outside, the neighbour made me pasta

I'd sleep with my bro Luca on a single bed

Motorbike with him, he'd drive me to middle school

In those dark alleyways only courage was visible

Basketball courts without nets

I'd lose myself like a Super Tele

What I feel now that i'm on television

I met you from a fence on a sidewalk

Now i'm higher, don't know where you are, i'm still thirsty

Left Milan in 2016

I come from nothing, for this I don't give thanks or merits

Still say that bullshit, they'll start to believe you

For the soul good medics aren't enough, ah

Maybe we need to change this city

I should tell her the truth

If I think again about what is missing

I'm missing you in my room

Maybe I should resent, dad

I won't change the world with a rap verse

This villa is empty as I am on the inside

It's the fault of too many things you don't know

There are too many things you don't know about me

There are too many things you don't know

There are too many things you don't know

(Too many things you don't know)

My story and you don't know it

Yo, this is the story of someone that wants to make history

These people talk but don't know mine

Your smile of gold like all my songs

What I write is taken from those who have no solution

You stole the bike that Marti would lend to me

Then I stole another and repainted it

Maybe there, I understood that the strongest commands

Mom got operated, God answered our question

At 16 years old I could've had a son

She was from San Siro, three euros per hour at Stefanino's bar

I've smoked for stress as though it were legal

Given space to my enemies as though they were loyal

They teach you to do it quickly before someone else has it

I write gasoline because I want to burn them onto time

Like gasoline you risk burning yourself inside

No one thinks about me

Down here they give us weapons, but hide the choices

Easy reasons make us the perfect prey

Before rap I had chaos behind my ears

Platinums hung up are only covering up my cracks, yeh

If a father doesn't tell you what is wrong

How do I understand when I have more devils by my side?

I miss you like air to those in space

It's karma or gravity, but everything returns to the recipient

Maybe we need to change this city

I should tell her the truth

If I think again about what is missing

I'm missing you in my room

Maybe I should resent, dad

I won't change the world with a rap verse

This villa is empty as I am on the inside

It's the fault of too many things you don't know

There are too many things you don't know about me

There are too many things you don't know

There are too many things you don't know

(Too many things you don't know)

My story and you don't know it