90comDolly (feat. Predella)

From the 90s with Dolly, some headed to Glory
Dad called in the bullet, dismantled my luck
I know how to pack, I know how to play with the big ones
The grid is the support, it's you who can't see ahead

Di threw himself to Porto, it was me, Markin, Gordeliz
The order is natural but if necessary we interfere
Children and the elderly first, that's different
Who learned to be a man raised by two women

Hey grandma, tell them at home that everything is fine
I keep overcoming the traumas, every day 1
I pretend to myself until I believe that I'm fine
I smoke this shit they say is harmless

Or are you going to lie to a scoundrel like me
Who tries to turn things around when screwed
Who lost what he had, but didn't leave the path
This time no one was there, asshole, I was alone, and I remember very well

It's all a matter of knowing the place
How many times I thought about jumping from here
How much is there, how much comes, my share when it's time
With a bundle of money you can reflect

It's all a matter of knowing the place
How many times I thought about jumping from here
How much is there, how much comes, my share when it's time
With a bundle of money you can reflect

Who guides is the vision
With his toy for piercing sweatshirts
Invisible in the Freemont G5
But if it works out it's LA
MVP, they say, I don't know
After Dutra everyone is ugly

Tell me if there will be love
When you understand why the alarm failed
Santa Claus is already in Azera and Hublot
On the foot a Virgil Abloh
Someone went through the restricted access
A girl wanted friction, but I didn't understand what she said

You'll delude yourself, think it's dollars to see the quota rise
Creation chain, big ruby stone
Hyundai from Guarujá, in the tan of a cool Hawaii
In the big Sonata, acai interior

Have any to spend
Sunroof for the girls to have fun
Full slick, a boat of sashimi

There will be someone to judge
Tell me if our face is to smile
Enter, pay without being noticed and leave, without saying sorry

It's all a matter of knowing the place
How many times I thought about jumping from here
How much is there, how much comes, my share when it's time
With a bundle of money you can reflect

It's all a matter of knowing the place
How many times I thought about jumping from here
How much is there, how much comes, my share when it's time
With a bundle of money you can reflect

Hot asphalt, salient world
Below my feet ahead
Listening to Elo da Corrente on the headphones
The street is my home where I made myself present

So entering or leaving is only through the front door
In autumn it was hot and winter is coming hot
Time doesn't stop and at the same time our time is not forever
People die, the rest getting sick

The feeling is that maybe God forgot about us
But even so, Mr. José continues with the word of God
And the faith of a man who does not fear
Because he must not fear

Mr. José blesses himself, murdered on the corner of the gum
By 7 for about 3 kids
The kids were 13 years old, because of a cell phone they erased the guy
The kids didn't have a father and grew up thinking
That to not die in life they have to live by killing

The bang is crazy, my pen cries
Favela cries, people beg, for the mother who cries