Espero Que Entendam

This week I read that the brain of, of
The man only matures at 25 years old (huh, huh)
Yeah, damn, we're dumb, man
I swear, I swear I read that on Instagram, I thought: Is it true? (Ebony, bitch)

Life, how am I wrong if I mentioned KDot?
To be seen, angel, I put myself in the spotlight
Send word: I'm viral 11 on Spotify
And male rapper fans are like pop diva fans

I love BK' because he's like a father to me
I feed him and change his diaper, he's already old
He was my mentor, my godfather, and invested in me
He went to the studio with a walker to record Dressing Room
Ret, how did you write Vivaz and Santo Amaro?
Midlife crisis rhymes at forty years old
Honestly, I don't even care, because I understand the art
But if they're gonna bother me, I'll be punctuating
I also smoke and want to talk nonsense, damn
Let them know these are just Retian daydreams
And L7 can wait for me because, damn, man
I haven't even decided if you're black or white yet

I hope you understand, life, huh
I love the songs, but I need to prove my point
I have the face, I have the body, and I have the rhyme
If I had a dick, the guys would be sucking

Puterrier talking a lot about having a fetish
Mine is a guy like him with a Kit face
Send a kiss to BG because I've already killed him
And if you don't want to die again, I suggest you avoid it
I said I had lines, I said I had bars
If I start spitting, they all get surprised
I support Palestine, I love eating a kebab
Orochi, tell me if there are only black people in Africa
I talked about cariocas, I'm playing at home
To have a better chance of bumping into them face to face
They even asked me to talk about Kyan
But all I know is that he's Tasha's guy
I heard Baco said I'm overrated for being from the Southeast
But he put me in the best to see the routine
At first, I thought it was a joke
Then he went and did a feat with Luísa Sonza
Damn, life, please, get it together, stand your ground
I'm not even your girlfriend and you replaced me with a white girl

I hope you understand, life (uh-huh)
I love the songs, but I need to prove my point
I have the face, I have the body, and I have the rhyme
If I had a dick, the guys would be sucking

I even like Major, but he only does feats with those he sleeps with
He called me four times, then he disappears
I believe it's because he's afraid I'm too good, that's why
Djonga
I'm not, I'm not going to apologize, you can come lick my balls
You want to be Travis Scott, but you rhyme like shit
This isn't hate, life, embrace my talk
You're the little airplane, Baddie is El Chapo
I recommend getting out of the way or you'll be crushed
I just turned twenty and my show is already sold out
Your sister loves me, your girl listens to me
I don't recommend poking the bear with that short stick
They have a grudge against me, I know, I've seen screenshots
They all admire me, but don't invite me to a feat
They want to make another version of me, one without my self-esteem
They'll have to swallow Ebony's victory
I'm destined for success, I was a Genius revelation
The tough black guys understand, not Enzo from the gated community
I pull the foundation and talk about the little pussy
Sorry, I'm megalomaniac

Dude, but, straight talk, because, like
People take it personally and think I'm talking about them
But I'm not, you know? They don't listen
And like: Oh, you'll lose your audience, what audience?
The guys don't listen to us, man
You know? And fuck it too
Whoever needs to understand, will understand
Because if you, when you go to Queimados, going up São Simão
You see how reality is, you know?
These kids keep talking from their homes in Leblon
As if they knew something
They don't know shit
Then they turn to me
Then they say: Oh, no, because I don't know who's new
My brother, I may have started rhyming recently
But I live rap, I study rap, you know?
Don't know, don't know shit
Don't know who was, don't know what went down
Don't know what diss means
Don't know what the fuck means nothing
Don't know about metrics, don't know about anything
Because it's all: Oh, I'm gonna put a lot of autotune
Hold on, man, do it, damn, man
We have something that, like, very few people have, you know?
Which is making money doing our art, doing something we like to do
So, damn, strive to be the best, you know?
And that's it, man, I like everyone I mentioned, you know?
And I like the songs too
It's just that, what I'm doing here is necessary, you know?
I won't let men limit how far women can go
And what they can or cannot do, you know? And to everyone
And in ten years they'll understand, man, that's what's fucked up
From here: Oh, because I don't know what, you know?
Man, I want to give my mom a house, man
Fuck it