do menor (feat. Oruam)

What goes on in the mind of a minor
Doesn't know anything that I've been through
In your belly there's a king
Greasy and fat
I'm over 18

Up on the hill, bullets fly
The son cries and the mother doesn't see

I think
That God knows the evil that money does
That's why it only goes to bad people
The devil forces you to chase after it
For him, I swear, I'd lose a kidney
With him in my pocket, I rule the frogs
I rule the fans, I'm king in Rio
To have him with me, I committed robbery
It's the Terror of the asphalt
Shh, not a peep

Jesus on the PCX pendant, I'm scheming
The new girl shouldn't think she'll mess up her makeup
Back in the day, I was the most troublesome kid
The focus is the safe, the dream is to drive a McLaren
Vision passes nothing, it's like a Mach 3 razor
Then just champagne at the palace, she on all fours
For the emergency at Copa Dor, I sent over 5
Perfect plan if it weren't for that hyped-up kid

Who came back to grab another bag
The bag with almost half a million
Like the salary of a Pedro Bial
Life-changing for the brother's mother
She smelled the money and shouted: It's us
Buzzing in the ear, a loud noise
Speeds up the meca and leaves behind
There lies a body stretched out on the ground

Who grew up on the hill
Listening to funk
Fearless
God be with you
Used to shoot
Sorry mom
Missing you
God be with you

What goes on in the mind of a minor
Doesn't know anything that I've been through
In your belly there's a king
Greasy and fat
I'm over 18

Up on the hill, bullets fly
The son cries and the mother doesn't see

We laugh in the face of danger
Never mistake my smile
I'm whole and heartbroken
They tried and got screwed
As usual

And she wants to call me husband
Knows the price she pays for it
It's hearing by message, on a Sunday
I'll be back soon to take care of my kids

Here, this is the custom
Parents are fireflies
Appear and disappear
But there's no lack of food
This is for men
There's no way to escape
It's a minefield
I'm gonna jump from here

What goes on in the mind of a minor
Doesn't know anything that I've been through
In your belly there's a king
Greasy and fat
I'm over 18

Up on the hill, bullets fly
The son cries and the mother doesn't see
Doesn't see

What goes on in the mind of a minor
Doesn't know anything that I've been through
In your belly there's a king
Greasy and fat
I'm over 18

Up on the hill, bullets fly
The son cries and the mother doesn't see
Doesn't see