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Money in the pocket for those who have nothing
It's the passion of women, it's the terror of the system, it's the hero of the broken
This shit from Djonga is money in the pocket for those who have nothing
It's the passion of women, it's the terror of the system, it's the hero of what?
It's the hero of what?

Dressed in commas, woah-woah, uh
To remember that my life didn't have a period
Uh, I'm ripe, but green, for many I was the sign
And they want to see you red on the ground
Black blood staining the chains
But they are the fly in the soup and the dish I eat today is too deep
Bro, think
Since I was born, the sentence was decreed
Uh, hey, bad news
Your rearview mirror will be full of police
I went, yeah, but who has the guts for that?
A whole life like this (yeah)
They won't hide my smile even though some teeth are missing
No one gave me anything, hey
They said I lost my essence
And whoever said that understood nothing about perfume
They even want us at the top, yes
At the top of the hill selling for them to smoke
Hmm, yeah, I'm like James Brown
Not because I'm a sex machine, but because I own my life and dare
To say that they are James Bond
To heal the emptiness, they take care of others
In my house, no one goes hungry
Everyone drinks, everyone eats
In my house, anything goes, boss
Dance girl with girl and man with man
In my house, the real ones stay
Time passes and the warrants disappear
There, Pereira is the last name
And besides, we

Put money in the pocket for those who have nothing
It's the passion of women, it's the terror of the system, it's the hero of the broken
This shit from Djonga is money in the pocket for those who have nothing
It's the passion of women, it's the terror of the system, it's the hero of what?
It's the hero of what?

I put Dr. Martens on her feet
I gave a company to my sister
Mine no longer cry in fear
Of the outcome of tomorrow
Like, I threw a stone in the lake
And the waves turned into a tsunami
It's that I'm like a master of the magicians
I've done my part, I'm going to disappear, bro
My life is this, a ride with the stripes
Porsche, Mercedes or Golf Sapão (vroom, vroom)
We'll never be poor again
Without selling ourselves like religion
And in my Banker there's a banquet
Blunt with skunk, oh, that's the trick
Whiskey with honey that masks the pain
Good music, that's the marketing
They used to call us monkeys
Since we're animals, don't complain that we walk in packs
More respected in your area than you
The world has become my home, in any field I have the command
You tell me that I made you like yourself
But in reality, you made me like myself
A feeling of mission accomplished
When I see Doka and the oclin crew

I cried with Cristal singing Ambition
It's for ours, not for show
Do you know why my peak doesn't pass?
It's because art still gives me chills today
I listened to my sensei, I'm a samurai
The success of those who look up to me is what makes me eternal
I am the coolest page in the Book of Life
And if this shit changes, it will snow in hell

It's the passion of women, it's the terror of the system, it's the hero of the broken (it's the beast)
This shit from Djonga is money in the pocket for those who have nothing (it's the beast)
It's the passion of women, it's the terror of the system, it's the hero of what? (Oh, who's back)
It's the hero of what? (It's the hero of what?)