Текст песни History (Radio Edit) - Kidd Keo

They say keep what you talking
You ain't really about it
You've never seen 30's
You ain't living on that shit
And I'm like, fuck what you heard boy
You ain't even know my life
You ain't know me that long boy
But you only know one side
History history history
Now you gon' know 'bout my history.
History history history
Now you gon' know 'bout my history.
History history history
Now you gon' know 'bout my history.
History history history
Now you gon' know 'bout my history.
Stop talking you ain't know me boy
I like being quiet
Don't like making noise
If I don't talk is just cause ain't want
It means that I'm gone
If I talk you tho
Do you know daddy was a crackhead?
Do you know mommy have been selling?
Do you know did I have an uncle that
be baking soda? 30 years on that bitch
Mi paí se metía coca
Y es por eso que no lo conozco
Mi padrastro murió por la droga
Y es por eso que me quedé solo
Si no hablo no es porque no vivo
Si no hablo es porque ¿pa' qué socio?
Si no muevo, no es porque no sepa
Es porque esa ruina ya me la conozco
Que ya sé que yo no soy un killer
Que ya sé que no soy gran drug dealer
Pero he visto a mi tío moviendo
Y hasta mi maí se ha pegao en cocaína
Todas esas vainas ya las tengo vista
Ahora ya sabes sobre mi historia
Ya sabes dónde está mi familia
Y el de la vuestra no me sé ni importa
They say keep what you talking
You ain't really about it
You've never seen 30's
You ain't living on that shit
And I'm like, fuck what you heard boy
You ain't even know my life
You ain't know me that long boy
But you only know one side
Of my...
History history history
Now you gon' know 'bout my history.
History history history
Now you gon' know 'bout my history.
History history history
Now you gon' know 'bout my history.
History history history
Now you gon' know 'bout my history.
Yeah I'm kidd, call me sucio guapo
Living dirty since I was enano
Momma raised me to be a sensato
Not sell or die on the bang tho
I've been making clothes, making chapos
I've been selling weed and coca a ratos
Yeah I know that im not the Chapo
But in which lyrics did I say so man tho
Trapping and trappind and trapping and trapping
¿Pa qué? ¿Pa saca cuatro perras?
Yo le doy 600 a mi uncle
Recupero en trescientas
I dunno why the haters know me
If they ain't even know me
Believe me that I'm a super sonic
And your mob like a zombie
Talking, dissing, everybody on me
Mamá me crío pa no acabar muerto
I don't talk as much shit as on me
Ahora pa tu hablar ya tienes argumentos
I don't give a fuck
I still going up
Imma kill the track
Imma be on top
Still broken and still on the block
But all your family got money, huh?