Prodígio

Hands ask me
What's your secret?
Bro, there's no secret
I just wake up early
And sleep very late
There's no witchcraft here
The difference between us two
Is that I'm not afraid

Everything good or bad
On the mic a guy shares
Do you know how many times
I've had problems with my family?
They say I open up too much
They say I go too deep
But I prefer to have problems than to lie to the world

World doesn't understand Naira
World doesn't understand Gélzia
Doesn't understand Elaise
World doesn't understand Stélvia
World doesn't understand Dadinha
Doesn't understand a thing
But I know why
World suffers from amnesia

They forgot that I came from the bottom
And a guy never pretended
Even sleeping with fakes
A guy never lied
And I understand why those niggas want my shine
I asked why
My mom said

Oh son
We all are born
We all die
We must be careful with what we do
We must think well about what we say
Because we all die
We are all the same
The difference is in the shine
My son

If you ask why they don't like you
They can't even explain
Like if overshadowing you
Will make them shine
That's why I avoid
Misery loves company
Have you ever wondered why
The poor are more than the rich?

That's why I don't mix
With my people I'm paused
If you're not looked at
There can't be an evil eye
I don't believe in spells
But I'm African
And I like to stay away from that

On the mic they say I'm a witch
But I'm far from that
Girls say I'm cute
So put pongue in it
That's not pongue, it's a vice
Bros only like you
When they think you're weak
And only give you the oars after breaking the boat

These girls are only good for oars and breaking the arm
But they don't end up with that prince
They can kiss the frogs
All gold diggers
They're only here for the shine
I asked why
My mom said

Oh son
We all are born
We all die
We must be careful with what we do
We must think well about what we say
Because we all die
We are all the same
The difference is in the shine
Yeah, my son

My boy Mário Zengasca
Kandenga Cássia little monster
Ant boy
Mobilma
My boy Érike, one love
The rest of the family
We're here

I'm going to start giving out your numbers
For you to put in this bag
You know how it works
That I have no patience
Thank you very much, y'all