Começo

Life is good for those who close
For those who open, it's serious, ends quickly according to the credits
Riding on autopilot like a Tesla
Teleconsultation, the doctor tells me to get off screens and I, uh
I don't understand most people
Everyone prays for bread, I always ask for it at another bakery
If we only headed towards Grumari
My peace would turn those mouths into a drugstore
In the drawer, socks, beanies, and some junk
Around ten she comes crazy, tight pants
She takes me to do things I'm not in the mood for
They hate me for succeeding in life, who wouldn't?

Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake, wake, wake up out of your sleep

Letting them turn into Lady Gaga
Who's the GOAT of Brazil, the new Kendrick Lamar?
Like Endrick, just let me speak, let the ball roll
Like them, but with mentality
The one who screws you with class
Like TikTok or a camouflaged porn
I have a stock for a radio collapse
It's strange how love is similar to anger (Is it?)
I kept it in a bottle, I took it and threw it in the sea
Sharing love, but with jealousy, like a threesome
Many years stuck in the after
Or in things of the past or in anxiety, I avoid acting
Roses are red, violets are blue
That with the light, what you're looking for
Much calmer than lucid, I carry the cross
I turn your living room into a studio
Drunk on Jesus' blood, I exposed them all
Germs and all dirty money
Digital money is dirty too
You have your whole time on your wrist

Hey, man? Straight talk
Lower the volume a bit, I'm trying to rest
My bad, my bad, my bad
The last one, I promise
Big robot and little robot
With us
The one speaking here is the police from this damn place, Cidade Alta
Yeah-yeah

The bastard is now the son of rap
That's why I'm with Kalfani, he's Kleber's son
Using all the sins of Seven
I change things with my mind, I'm like Eleven, Winning
Forever, I know you owe me
Some got impatient, 'cause they don't have what they want
Stranger Things is a good name for the series
To show my journey until I get to Ri Happy
Exchanging my change in a Derby
So, never compare us in the rec
You're a jerk, a protozoan
I'm at a legendary level, T-Rex dinosaur
Having money is sexy
I hate some of them, rap's advantages
But shit follows me
In a war jet, hacking the server, bribed that cab driver
Liar, no cap, may all the corrupted be my foundation
So I can step on their faces without the usual remorse
Some of them are Scotts, but they call me Travis
I have punches, but I knock most of them out with a jab
I beat your mind like crumble in a dab
Every sex I have is tantric, dude
They don't know how much my soul serves you