Favela Venceu (feat. MC Hariel)

[MC Cabelinho]
It's tough, you know?
When we started, nobody cared about us
Nobody paid attention to us
But that only fueled my courage, my desire to win
And look where we've come, huh?
Faith

Look at the favela at its peak
I told you that this struggle would end one day
We overcame all this lack of opportunity
We made it and I'm living off my hustle, who would've thought?
Where we pass, the perfume lingers
The businessman warned me that the calls don't stop
Back then, that girl wouldn't even look at me
But nowadays, I'm sleeping with her just out of spite, that bitch
Thugs envy my neck, several grams of gold
My collection of soccer jerseys
Liking me now is very easy
But I don't remember you during my tough times, very difficult
I put my face out there and I'm going into this big world
Humility and discipline with my feet on the ground
Those who doubted now eat out of the palm of my hand
And if you want to see me, just turn on the TV, don't get mad

We're in the media
Respect where we've reached
Fuck those who didn't believe
Tears of joy are shed
I don't forget those who helped me
We're living what we dreamed of

I'm gonna shout
That the favela won
For real
Those who doubted got screwed
I'm gonna shout
That the favela won
For real
Those who doubted got screwed

[MC Hariel]
From Juju in the can, even if it disguises the smell of lemon balm on the sunroof
If I'm wearing a big silver pendant, all the vampire girls go crazy
And if they're on the prowl, we're eager to meet
Your gaze inviting me to the presidential suite (still)
I fueled my evidence, the essentials are in my pocket
Two Cîroc, twenty of the cold, we're prepared and today you won't feel sick
From the North Zone, I'm used to it
Tension for us is already normal
It's already normal for us
(I'll tell you how I was last night)
I was going down the hill rolling a joint that changes everything around me
Making my mom a reason for overcoming when I face
Difficult days that even make it hard for the forecast to improve
But it was never easy, get used to it
I'm standing like many didn't wish
The game only ends when the referee blows the whistle
There are plenty of lawyers, a million prosecutors
But only one who can really judge someone, fool
I was the one who lost faith
There was a kid who came from Baghdad
There are plenty of lawyers, a million prosecutors, but hey

I'm gonna shout, go
That the favela won
For real, for real
For real, Cabelinho
Those who doubted got screwed
I'm gonna shout, I'm gonna shout
That the favela won
And the favela won
For real, go
Those who doubted got screwed