Brigantes (feat. Prok)

Hey, Lucas, put on some 2Pac, with the 9, with the gun they suck
They don't move and their gang sucks
With the wound to their mom, the sores
We're in a fuss, this beefing, it occupies me

Those toads with binoculars and magnifying glass
I've seen the mole coming for coke, they saw him from the squatters
Stay alert, put eyes on the back of your neck, they're looking for Shizuka in the neighborhood
You can see the wig on those non-gypsies

Life is a puzzle, straighten up, even if you don't have the piece
Smile if sadness freezes you
Because if you think too much that it's just about getting a reward
And your life will get more tense

Sell drugs on the table, money is also weighed
And at least something compensates you
And if the surprise comes out, it's to God that one prays
Don't turn around and act so fresh

Hey, my Pedro, my Reyes, how are the boats in the docks?
There are no laws in that water, the players are playing
When I seal this flow, I send it and it reaches the street
It's better that they improve, it's better that they shut up

The kings have arrived, I don't need details
The packages are being sent, I hope nobody fails
So they don't run over it and their car doesn't explode
In this, I'm Popeye, don't come with excuses

When I bottle up this flow, I send it and it reaches the street
Let's make them crash even the witches of Salem
Let that light dazzle us because so far it's working for me
I'm going to pull from the docks and give orders to my jackals, word

The six arrive from the beach, and don't throw in the towel on the street
And I've lived with junkies between lines
That's why we don't rehearse here, an opportunity, and if you fail it
The big fucking burst will shoot you

I know what it's like to cut a package and I've run from the cops with handcuffs
The blues don't catch us because we're on the loose
At 220 on the twenty comb we go behind the wheel
I represent the flag of the criminals

Kid, and the transplants, packaging different bags
A house in the bank without anyone making a fuss
Crazy with lunatics, if they come together, instant money
Bills on the mind, shout-out my niggas, all my Green Lanterns

Tell me Carlito Brigante when you have me in front of you
I only bring out diamonds, put on the mask, gloves
Let's steal like before, mine at the wheel
Don't come making a fuss in the neighborhood of traffickers

I'm talking about being on point, always having just enough
We have to close that matter, let's give them a scare
I have my balls tough, look at my street feet
I only hang out with pure ones, with arms made of steel

Look, they're depressed, full of coke and pills
The glasses are decisive in case the gangs clash
Those kids are obsessive, they only have nightmares
Sometimes I'm aggressive, staring at that

His mom has been left alone because the kids don't come back
The waves took them, everything is resolved in the street (ah, ah)
Sometimes they come with guns, in the house, they wrap them in a filter (ah)
They're counting those balls, fuck

If we sing in the club, put away the guns
Why do I want security if they defend themselves?
I live the real life, not for a bribe
If you touch me with a bullet, your head will blow off

On top of the stage, at the concert
I sing truths, they'll see me dead if I lie about something
In the street, we gangsters are looking for their share
And on Spotify laundering the five hundred bills

Stay tuned, there are snitches
Proky, don't lower it, life is just a moment
Play on the line, we're not kids anymore
And the bars we throw cost like a device

Five points are coming
We're packing when we have them together
Erasing the list, from desire to all the ones I aim at
I do this for my children, the old lady and all my deceased