Favela Tá Mudada

I asked my dad, to give me peace
He gave more, gave car, house, motorcycle
And a mansion for my old lady
I asked my dad, to take care, to watch over
And he asked for faith for everything and sent me to tell you

That today it's us on Perera's beat
Who would've thought, man, it's a real pleasure
We came out of the mud and I put on the Sorayama
Those who spoke ill are asking for attention
That's what makes the dreamer
Dream and grow and be strong
Thanks, thanks, thank you very much
For having saved me from death

That's what makes the dreamer
Dream and grow and be strong
Thanks, thanks, thank you very much
For

They envy me, like the uncle and aunt
Who saw me picking up cans
And getting fined on the bus
Comedy, talking about my life
But never got close to me
And wants to say they're my brother
Clueless, we're up for anything
And straight talk is kicking the door to progress
In premiere
Just wait, the victory of the hoodlum will be on the screen

The favela has changed
Believe it will succeed, broken
And out of nowhere, it's the girls who play
For us to get busted, if we don't go for the hustle, it's bullets