Translation of the song lyrics Humble Kids - HOKE

Humble Kids (original)

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

(translation)

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