Ponteiros

If life doesn't open doors for me, I become a locksmith
And if this is not my time, I change the clock hands
And if the girl doesn't pay attention to me, I become a sharpshooter
And if the sun doesn't rise for everyone, I wake up earlier

Purgatory of beauty and chaos
I walk with a hot head, heat of forty degrees
Crimes and beautiful butts, all quite natural
This is the vibe of Rio de Janeiro, everything follows as usual
Always hitting my rhymes with the beat
You'll never see me tired
I always walk with the clock ahead
So, buddy, you'll never see me late
As I said: The worst drug is having a weak mind
The best remedy is knowing where the limit lies
Better not get injured or you'll end up on a stretcher
There's a lot of game ahead, next stage
Like having several enemies, one bullet only
You can take down one, you'll never handle them all
Like having several enemies, one bullet only
You shoot yourself in the head, die with your honor
Some guys locked up selling grams
In jail learning to sell kilos
My guys courting some ladies
The night always offers you some dangers
In a cell with thirty guys, living a routine
Living in a small space for fifteen
He who only got three years, still by mistake
Learned from the teacher who got twenty

If life doesn't open doors for me, I become a locksmith
And if this is not my time, I change the clock hands
And if the girl doesn't pay attention to me, I become a sharpshooter
And if the sun doesn't rise for everyone, I wake up earlier

They told me I don't make art
They told me I don't do rap
They told me losing is still part of it
Alright, that's just a story for kids
Old school, new crap
They rhyme well, nothing hits me
Money is the goal, for some it's abundant
For others killing, the thing is easy
If I needed, it was a pass
Because I know I can and nothing stops me
Everyone can, it's not a prayer
Since I was a kid, it's just doing business
I know the mistakes of the past can't be erased
I was tired of counting crumbs
For a long time, man Bolin, to drop stones
I'm writing on this beat, the debt is paid
Welcome to the jungle like Rambo, over
If you're not careful, you'll fall
And seven bullets are in the chamber, man
Whoever confronts, knows, fell
Your thinking is very shallow, tame
That's why your work never progressed
Cutting like Hattori Hanzō, I think
Rhyming like hell, I don't get tired

If life doesn't open doors for me, I become a locksmith
And if this is not my time, I change the clock hands
And if the girl doesn't pay attention to me, I become a sharpshooter
And if the sun doesn't rise for everyone, I wake up earlier