Chumbo

Smell of lead or rat poison
They are weak, worse than Ximbinha
She is wood, I am termite
When a cop dies, it brightens my day

Gold in the jugular
Women kissing your jugular
But when shit hits the fan and this shit explodes
I don't know who will stay

Friend of the heart is my heart
To talk to God, only with prayer
The names on the wall are decoration
Sorry, I lied. It was just lust!

And look in the eye and see my treasure
Cutting ties with scissors
It's the life I lead, I can't be fragile
Next, let's move on!

Like in America, Tom Cruise
I was made in Nova, no stunt double
Your eyes with fear is a déjà vu
My Kenner is more expensive than you

Judging the book by its cover
I'm skin and I carry this cup
We're screwing everything up this Tuesday
Like the cup, this mouth is ours

She will swallow me, I'm not Zagallo
X9 suffered, choked to death
From XT on the track, I saw the future
Gypsy cried, reading my past

Scenes from a Coppola movie

Want to enter the field or the goal post?

And the warrants on the Corolla track
And the 'd'raça on the track without a leash

In the shift learning more than school
If I pass my vision will have dark circles
Dream of Dybala but, entered the ball
But before took everything from the scout

Street artists, but when they see me it's me
Street artist, they like what I wear but the sponsorship is me!

We are what we see, what we hear and what we feel
You are just those who pretend
Get rich or die just trying
Like in the fifty movie

Who said we don't have a chance, brother?
The kids go fearlessly against traffic
It's that I be something for my brothers
Climb without stairs and without handrails