Ruas de São Paulo (feat. Magrão e Prado)

The way that God chose filled my ego, blind
I thought: This isn’t what I wanted
The same kid who didn’t even finish high school
Now deals with the pressure from these music video models

Many like me got dazzled
And enjoyed what money allows us
Hits of this weed, shots of that booze
And even on this stage, I kept being a sad guy

Since the damn happiness is like Mars
I only see it from afar, but what can I do?
Cash in reserve like in case of a heist
A sip for the saint so he doesn’t feel left out

Some friends get this shit and make a lot
Other friends sell, 'cause even the devil gets hungry
Everything in my name, those who talked about us hide
My crew is the toughest even for those who met us yesterday

Damn, it was in the streets of São Paulo
I made a Monza look like a Maserati Streets of São Paulo
Hot rhymes, punch machines
I pray to God this source never runs dry

Today, a big hug, I do it with my voice
Like a shot and a pack
I’m in Michael Kors and Prada
I’m with Magrão and Prado
In the streets of São Paulo

None of this is expensive but we made it count
Rare species of what the streets know how to be
Types of fish in my hood, I made it rain
Rhymes like bullets, you wanna pay to see?

Addicted to drops, flash printed in a report
Counting cash, everything’s in order
Today I became the center of attention
Rap factory, work to stay in the game

My crew is still gonna count strong
A kid from the hood with potential, who doesn’t get the percentages
Knows that being so current
Needs to think for the people
Unique rhyme in a plural tone

I’ve been rhyming for almost a decade
And it’s been just over a year
That it seems like the scene was made for me
Effort and talent, faith that lasts through time

Here comes the recognition and the door swings wide
Numbers rising, lots of good work coming, rhythm flowing, man
Life doesn’t stop, stepping up isn’t being a pain
Daily evolution makes all this swagger worth it!

Streets of São Paulo
I believed in my gift, made the ticket to the show worth it
Success is a fiction, I’m enjoying fame in slow
Flying with my feet on the ground, feels like a joke
And look where we’ve come, I’m close to my ambition
And further than you thought, I created my own option!

And this dude is laughing
There are vampires and monsters in the green room
And they’re wherever I am
And it was stepping in the mud

That I learned to value this Nike plastic on my feet
I swear I had nothing, damn!
And today I have everything you want
And everything you want for me still isn’t shit, damn!

The lack of everything you have will show who you are
And to see who’s with you, throw the suitcase in the mud
Inside it, the money and the fame
In this one, who deceives you

Will jump in the puddle looking for material
Whoever stays clean loves you!
I’ve felt blind, man, the north is an open sea
A hard place to light a flame
Friends close, I live in sniper mode

Some don’t live, just complain
Fake is just the clothes, I stopped wearing hypocrisy
For my mom to wear Dolce and Gabbana
Three years on the street, to spend one year in the media
For you to watch me every week

Fake is just the clothes, I stopped wearing hypocrisy
For my mom to wear Dolce and Gabbana
Three years on the street, to spend one year in the media
And for you to watch me every week

None of this is expensive but we made it count
Rare species of what the streets know how to be
Types of fish in my ghetto, I made it rain
Rhymes like bullets, you wanna pay to see?