4 Manos (feat. Brennuz, NLE Dopre e Barreto)

(Brazilian version)
(Hey, Greezy)
Cowabunga (oh, ah)

I always hung with the same gang, four bros (skrr)
Where were these people four years ago? (Ouch)
Four brothers in a fancy car, a white four-by-four (yeah, yeah)
Zero fallacies, four palaces, four for four brothers

I created a shell, the man of the house
And no farce reaches (ah-ah)
Inside the shell, I feel everything my carcass pretends

Under a blue detail
It's the place where my soul lives
It's the place where my trauma lives (ey!)
This shit is the leader's karma (ah)

I'm moving what moves me (haha)
We move like cloud (haha, yeah)
Through art that is reborn, this one's place is in the Louvre

Like a, like a bullet in my cup (uh), your fragile ego dissolves (uh, uh-uh)
Give the rhymes back to YouTube, my fan club has your name

We-we-we are taking from the boys from the first to the last dollar sign
Indoctrinated early by the father, we who move the crowd, we who move the crowd
Hey, hey, who holds the fort after the last ones leave?
I did a group effort (yeah), for you to understand the value of an I love you (ah)

I always wanted the same branch, the same plan
I shared the same hunger, the same fame
This reminds me of a movie, it seems like it was yesterday
In a freestyle circle at Fernanda's Goma

And now it's Tuesday and I'm mellow (yeah), showing off (yeah)
The negative is also around here (huh), I was expecting that, this shit doesn't haunt (how does it not haunt?)

I see the mainstream, and it's like a fight to see who's the best shade
I repeat the movement and change the bar, this even causes cramps (cramps)

I've been on the side of the strong and the weak, so I know the value of both sides
What I lost along the way was what formed my trail
That's why I exhale at parties, I've driven so many miles, I don't even have my own car yet
Only in a few years will you find one this rare
My best X1 is against those who speak to you

I always hung with the same gang, four bros (skrr)
Where were these people four years ago? (Ouch)
Four brothers in a fancy car, a white four-by-four (yeah, yeah)
Zero fallacies, four palaces, four for the four brothers
I've always hung out with the same gang
four brothers

Who never lowered their heads to life, even though there was no way out (ah-aight)
(Slat, slat, slat) who left home on the ugliest night to make the most beautiful rhyme (oh, yeah)
Who chewed even crumbs (oh, yeah) to have caviar in their bellies today
Ah, tell me how it goes

The dirty beaks who said this was luck?
This shit is six years of work, this shit is twice the hustle (yeah)
This shit is everything I love the most, like smoking weed

Problems don't follow if I'm at two hundred (oh)
Your life is a live, momentary thing (skrr, skrr)
And your homies smoke pen drives (hahaha)
(Sesh) mine count the wind

And what has improved my sleep (cash, cash), is what has made me sleepier (ah-ah-aight)
(Ah) like the company's money that gives me insomnia, but I'll only stop when I'm the owner (ai-ai-ai-ai-ai)
But I'll only stop when I have the means?
Covered in jewels, sitting on a throne
So that the looks around compensate for the trauma of abandonment

(Huh-huh-huh-huh)
When the younger brother speaks (yeah) it shows the gift of the gab (uh)
I asked God (I asked God) for salvation for my people and he sent a silver stilo

Inside him, someone with blonde hair (inside him) and a love that never ends (I miss him so much)
Oh, how I wish I could go back in time (ah-ah-ah) to give you more than words

And if I gave you the whole world (oh), it would still be too little (yeah)
It's hard level for those who come from the bottom (it's hard level), imagine for those who come from the sewer?
Sadness has run out, and today I drown in blessings
Recording this in the studio, I remembered that photo shoot (ah-ah-ah)

Today it became easy to say (it became easy to say) that the boys are having a great life (haha!)
It's hard to have the same energy to rhyme every week
Your mouth will never be worthy of speaking cowabunga (never, never, never!)
The tip of your Glock matches the color of my bandana (hey, boy)

I always hung with the same gang, four bros (skrr)
Where were these people four years ago? (Ouch)
Four brothers in a fancy car, a white four-by-four (yeah, yeah)
Zero fallacies, four palaces, four for four brothers

I always hung with the same gang, four bros (skrr)
Where were these people four years ago? (Ouch)
Four brothers in a fancy car, a white four-by-four (yeah, yeah)
Zero fallacies, four palaces, four for the four brothers