Favela No Topo (feat. Kawe e Nog)

Caio Passos
Time is big

We're putting the favela at the top
I faced fame and trouble
Lost friends in the hustle
Bullet marks and unpainted walls

We're only paying in cash
Throwing the cars on the track
Guy who calls the magazine
She gets wet that even blinks, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm accumulating achievements
Buying a house on the beach
Counting money in the sand
Washing my soul in the sea
To unload all the envy of others

The problem is the place where I was born
But everything I lived made me grow
Every tear I cried there
My choice was to mature
Each day, a new dawn
Each night, a new prayer
Only those who knew the value of the ground
Deserve to step on the porcelain

I'll line the champagne box
It hurts, but you have to admit
It's too strange for you, damn
Favela guy inside Iguatemi
It's that the tongue is the body's whip
My mother used to say early
That this life is a Ferris wheel, bro
Be careful who points the finger

From the jet window, some neuroses visit me
How many allies went from crime to overdose?
I lost 4 cousins to revolver bullets
No matter how long, my mind doesn't absorb

We're smoking the jet, making noise
At 10 thousand feet, I feel the one who commands everything
Armored body, we make hits and travel the world
Only original rottweiler, we don't walk with poodles

Okay
I took my foot out of the mud
Today I step at 220
Turning all that shit into
Money

I stay away from those fake bitches
For those who dream, bro, there's no limit
If you have race, follow me
No reasons to complain
And that faith that brought me here
And the price of fame
Is having to put up with so many people consuming me
When I step into my area, I feel more alive
That even heals the wounds
That life left me on the journey here

And the sparkle in the eyes of the children that reminds me of my childhood
Oh, how I miss playing in the square
And only worrying about bedtime
The boy grew up, it happened
I'm here to prove
The favela won and those who lived
To see this, will have to remember
Me as a kid, crazy without judgment
Who just wanted to rhyme
Today it made sense
The moment my father said I would shine

We're putting the favela at the top
I faced fame and trouble
Lost friends in the hustle
Bullet marks and unpainted walls

Excuse me, look
Whoever has never been beaten doesn't know how to hit
Whoever has never worked doesn't know what leisure is
And the real pleasure of having something to do
Only those who have lived this will have
That's why she likes her dad, right?

How this son of a bitch rhymes, God damn
I bring this gold in the suitcase, I follow my faith
And I don't trade a child's smile for a Patek
Life is much more than having money
There are things that have value, that can't be bought
Like the loyalty of a brother you love
Or the chemistry that only she brings me in bed
And the seasoning my grandma put in the dinner

And I put that essence in my flow
Let's take it by storm
Dangerous profession is for those who go on stage
The maestro already said: Rap is like crime

Hungria putting the favela at the top
Pleasure, I listen again
We drink whiskey with coconut ice
Only those who were with me in the little

We're putting the favela at the top
I faced fame and trouble
Lost friends in the hustle
Bullet marks and unpainted walls

We're only paying in cash
Throwing the cars on the track
Guy who calls the magazine
She gets wet that even blinks, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm accumulating achievements
Buying a house on the beach
Counting money in the sand
Washing my soul in the sea
To unload all the envy of others