Sim ou Não (feat. EF e Lee San)

Ahn, ahn, ahn

Ahn, our feelings are a bit limited
Your face shattered on a digital screen
Ahn, what's the point of me telling you what's right
If you always believe in what's wrong?

Ahn, honestly I have no opponents
Ahn, but in the past the opponent was the mirror
Ahn, remember when everything was a dream?
Ahn, sleepless nights, Glock under my pillow
Ahn, now I only sleep after making money
Ahn, while unfortunately for some, I give work
Ayy, and soon I'll give peace to my mother
It's that God only empowers those who run from helplessness

Ahn, where's your self-esteem from this morning?
Ahn, my faith that never leaves me still
Ayy, packing my bags, I rented your thoughts
I wasn't the first, but indeed, the most daring
Ayy, in the starry sky I know someone up there is watching me
I know I'm on earth but I don't feel discarded
Ahn, I came from the ghetto with a considered heart
Aham, and that guy nobody knows in the ghetto

And I don't judge him, few are actually
And talk about talent, who deserves is counting, ahn
The difference is that mine will go back to the ghetto
And never forgetting who was helping me
Ayy, shine again, no one dims what's genuine
Ahn, no one envies the bad, the weakened
Ayy, often it's not bad to walk alone
Ahn, better alone than in bad company

Ahn, and if you don't give me money, then I tear up your contract
Ayy, either come through Pix or I won't use your brand
Ahn, I sweated a lot to be here and be noticed
Aham, I came from the bottom, I don't tolerate being taken out
Ayy, so don't judge me, there are plenty to point fingers
Ayy, and I don't need you, so disrespect
Ahn, I became a man without a father and that's a fact
Yes, and today I realize that I was my own son

Ahn, one door closes, another opens, that's brightness
Ahn, the protector doesn't sleep, I'm the train, not the track
My legacy shows you someone who traveled alone (attention)
Kid on the road regains his space
Face smiles on the outside, always tries to be steel
No one knows what goes on in the clown's mind
Sometimes we laugh with a stockpile of a thousand tears
So fuck the past, I turn the next page

(M, yes or no?)