Mi Historia
Oye
Yo eh narrado muchas historias
Pero no la mía
Si tú fuiste parte de mi pasado
Escucha bien
Aja
Mucho
Mucho estilo pa' ti
Mucho
Mera
Y yo llevo escribiendo
Desde que tenía 13 años
Me pasaba cantando todos los días
Dentro del baño
Pero mi mai' la loca
La puerta me toca
Y siempre me decía cabrón cállate la boca
Que tu enzorra
To' los días la misma cotorra
El guille de maliante
Y empeta la gorra
Mira mami aunque con la mala me insista
Hablándote claro chica yo voy a ser artista
Me decía fracaso a veces yo no te paso
Y parece un tecato con los tatúa en los brazos
En verdad no le hacia caso
Pero esas palabras me partieron el corazón en pedazos
Seguí pa' lante con pasos de gigante
Voy a cumplir mi sueño voy hacer cantante
No quiero terminar como los panas míos de antes
De 5 cuatro presos y el que queda es maliante
Negativo yo si pienso positivo
Y yo meto feca es verdad to' lo que escribo
Si tú me tiras yo te esquivo
Pues no quiero papito yo mandarte pa' intensivo
Desde chamaquito siempre soñaba con esto
No me lo eh ganao pero creo que me lo merezco
Me decían come que esta flaco como alambre
Pero persiguiendo mi sueño yo pasaba hasta hambre
Esta pendeja como que se hizo pa' mi
Y yo no canto pensando en un Grammy
Si yo no te amarro tampoco te agarro
Yo me conformo con que tú me escuches dentro del carro
Yo voy a mi porque yo se lo quiero
Canto del corazón pues yo no canto por dinero
Y yo no me aprovecho de mi talento versátil
Si fuera por mi yo cantaría hasta de gratis
No me apoyaban
Todo el mundo me tiraba
Decía que yo cantaba
Y de mi se burlaban
Y ahora es diferente dices que le meto conco
Pero ya esta tarde cabrones ni los conozco
Dicen que los trato como cero a la izquierda
Dicen que papi wilo esta hecho un come mierda
Y no entiendo que desarrollan
Antes no me apoyaban
Porque carajos ahora me apoyan?
Se por donde vienen saben por donde vengo
No me buscan por quien soy si no por lo que tengo
Ustedes son unos falsos llenos de envidia
Y los fanáticos
Esos si son mi familia
Una vez mi pai tratando de buscarme el fruto
Me dijo no cante más vete a estudiar al instituto
Me matriculé y no tenía na' de astuto
Por eso me colgué pa los estudiosos yo soy bruto
Y como olvidar la famosa pregunta de antes
Dime wilo que tu va hacer cuando seas grande
Mm no se, yo quiero ser cantante
Y quiero me digan wilo la luz del diamante
La luz del que? Hasta me río
Arranca a trabajar so cabrón mantenio
No te burles de mi papito que no te conviene
Ahora me río yo
Yo soy el que los mantiene
Y mai me pide chavos y nunca paga los fiaos
Mi padre ni se diga el cabrón siempre anda pelao
Y a mi no molesta que todos me pidan dinero
Lo más que me molesta es que nunca en mi creyeron
Aja
Oye tú sabes quien soy yo
Papi Wilo
Pope el musiquiatra
DJ kelvin el saca mostro
Toffer
Ellos me conocen
Papi wilo
Mucho estilo pa ti papa
My Story
Listen
I have narrated many stories
But not mine
If you were part of my past
Listen well
Aha
A lot
A lot of style for you
A lot
Damn
And I've been writing
Since I was 13 years old
I used to sing every day
Inside the bathroom
But my mom, the crazy one
Knocked on the door
And always told me, damn shut up
That you're a fool
Every day the same chatter
The tough guy attitude
And puts on the cap
Look mommy even though she insists on the bad
Speaking clearly girl I'm going to be an artist
She told me failure sometimes I don't pass you
And it looks like a junkie with tattoos on his arms
I really didn't pay attention
But those words broke my heart into pieces
I kept going forward with giant steps
I'm going to fulfill my dream I'm going to be a singer
I don't want to end up like my old buddies
Out of 5, four are in jail and the one left is a thug
Negative I do think positive
And I put my soul into it, it's true all that I write
If you throw at me I dodge you
Because I don't want, daddy, to send you to intensive care
Since I was a kid I always dreamed of this
I haven't earned it but I think I deserve it
They told me to eat because I was skinny as a wire
But chasing my dream I even went hungry
This crazy girl seems made for me
And I don't sing thinking about a Grammy
If I don't tie you up, I don't grab you either
I'm content with you listening to me in the car
I go my way because I know I want it
I sing from the heart because I don't sing for money
And I don't take advantage of my versatile talent
If it were up to me, I would sing even for free
They didn't support me
Everyone threw at me
Said I couldn't sing
And they made fun of me
And now it's different, you say I put in effort
But it's too late, bastards, I don't even know them
They say I treat them like they're nothing
They say Papi Wilo is a piece of shit
And I don't understand what they're up to
Before they didn't support me
Why the hell do they support me now?
I know where they're coming from, they know where I come from
They don't look for me for who I am but for what I have
You are false, full of envy
And the fans
Those are my family
Once my dad trying to find the fruit
Told me not to sing anymore, go study at the institute
I enrolled and I wasn't smart at all
That's why I dropped out, for the studious ones I'm dumb
And how to forget the famous question from before
Tell me Wilo, what are you going to do when you grow up?
Mm I don't know, I want to be a singer
And I want them to say Wilo the light of the diamond
The light of what? I even laugh
Start working you lazy bastard
Don't make fun of me daddy, it's not good for you
Now I laugh
I'm the one who supports them
And mom asks me for money and never pays back
My father, don't even mention him, the bastard is always broke
And it doesn't bother me that everyone asks me for money
What bothers me the most is that they never believed in me
Aha
Hey, you know who I am
Papi Wilo
Pope the musiquiatra
DJ Kelvin the monster extractor
Toffer
They know me
Papi Wilo
A lot of style for you, dad