Ruas de São Paulo (part. Magrão e Prado)

The means God chose filled my ego, blind
I thought: This isn't what I wanted
The same kid who doesn't even have a high school education
Today he lives with the harassment of these music video models

Many like me were dazzled
And they enjoyed what money allows us
Doses of this herb, grams of this alcohol
And even on that stage I continued to be a sad guy

Since fucking happiness is like Mars
I only see it from afar, but what can I do?
Cash in reserve in case of default
A sip for the saint so he doesn't go hungry

Some friends understand this shit and do it a lot
Other friends sell, because even dogs get hungry
Everything in my name, whoever spoke of us is hiding
My gang is the coolest even for those who saw it yesterday

Streets of Sao Paulo
Damn, it was on the streets of São Paulo
I made a Monza look like a Maseratti
Hot rhymes, punch machines
I ask the Father that this source never runs out

Today, a big hug, I do with my voice
Like a sip and a pack
I'm wearing Michael Kors and Prada
I'm with Magrão and Prado
Through the streets of São Paulo

None of this is expensive but we made it worth it
Rare specimens of what the streets know to be
Fish species in my ghetto I made it rain
Rhymes like bullets, do you want to pay to see?

Addicted to drops, flash printed on a report
Cash account, everything in order
Today I became the focus of the spotlight
Rap factory, work to become a package

My firm will still count heavily
Favela dweller with potential, who doesn't understand the percentage
You know that because it is so current
You need to think about it for the people
Singular rhyme in a plural tone

I've been rhyming for almost a decade
And it's been just over a year
It seems like the scene was just like me
Effort and talent, faith that passes the time

Recognition comes and the door opens wide
Numbers going up, lots of good work coming out, rhythm flowing, man
Life doesn't stop, getting moving isn't the same as packing your suitcase
Daily evolution makes all this effort worthwhile!

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

And this guy makes fun
There are vampires and monsters in the dressing room
And they are wherever I am
And he was stepping on the mud

That I learned to value this Nike plastic on my foot
I swear I had nothing, damn it!
And today I have everything you want
And everything you want for me is still nothing, damn it!

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 fame
Who deceives you in this?

Go jump in the puddle looking for material
Whoever stays clean loves you!
I've felt blind, man, to the north is an open sea
Difficult place to light a flame
Friends close, I live in sure shot mode

There are some who don't live, they just complain
The only fake thing is the clothes, I stopped wearing hypocrisy
For my mother to wear Dolce and Gabanna
Three years on the street, to be able to spend a year in the media
For you to watch me every week

The only fake thing is the clothes, I stopped wearing hypocrisy
For my mother to wear Dolce and Gabanna
Three years on the street, to spend one year in the media
And you watch me every week

None of this is expensive but we made it worth it
Rare specimens of what the streets know to be
Fish species in my getto I made it rain
Rhymes like bullets, do you want to pay to see?