Vida Loka, Pt. 3 (feat. Bk)

[Froid]
Hey (y'all, y'all)
Hip Hop hippie, challenges Drake
Ah, making money with my own team
Me and Caique, have their profit (cash)
And even to mess with the elite, Disstinto has his own beep (yes)
If I say I came from zero it's fake
I came from minus five, from the fifth of hell, where the devil lives
Where black women have extensions
Black men, two jobs
None of them has a Honda Civic
I won't deny I tried to be a soccer player
I wasn't born for that
Three colleges, I wasn't born for that
And whoever listens puts their hand on their chin
So I think I was born for this
Bad men, these guys get off on drama
Chaos, their daughter wants me in bed
No, the father will remind you at the movies
Take you to watch the Holocaust in hologram
Run your hand through my hair and see how tough life is
And run your hand on my shorts
Those guys look like jackhammers
You need something deeper
Even a black guy, black drama in an action movie
Recording their own music video
To try to prove to themselves that denial
Stealing from them, we will loot the elite (hey)

[Froid and Rodrigo Cartier]
It's so dark but it's good
Sounds so bitter but it's good (good, good, good, good)
Tastes like blood but it's good
Full of evil but it's

[BK']
Girl, girl, girl
I love you, you don't love yourself
How much I love you
Why do we play
Had me without analogy or punchlines
If I made you cry, it was the least of evils
My hunger for the world was the greatest of evils
I'm Sinbad in the seven seas
Today the sunrise in bars
And they say they envy, what do you feel?
What feeling do you feel?
Diminished me in my growth
An Oscar for this non-sense movie
Substances in the blood replacing loves
Wasting my honey, you know I love flowers
Life expensive, enchant, take the face off the cover
If today I wear Yeezy it's because I played on hard mode
And I can't save you, you can't be my sun
Tears on the sheet, I flew when the ground disappeared
Ground life was tasteless, mind and body dialogue
Night was therapy, my drink psychologist
Our bed looked like a hospital bed
So I let love die to be reborn in another chest
Declaration, yes
Of war to patches, not hiding the crisis
We broke our heads, we didn't assemble
How many mistakes do we count? We bought
A God when incarnated makes mistakes
If after that I still hold hands
Facing them
We will sink happily

[Froid & Rodrigo Cartier]
It's so dark but it's good
Sounds so bitter but it's good (good, good, good, good)
Tastes like blood but it's good
Full of evil but it's