1 Milhão de Sonhos (part. Pedro Lotto)

Hm, hm, yeah, yeah, Pedro Lotto
Hm, hm, mm

Remembering my time in the favela
My mirror, my past and present
At the tip, run in the alley
Then grab the piece, unload the magazine

In this life crime operates
And the police become competitors
And the real ones that the bullet took to heaven
And time only moves forward

If I go back in time, who knows, maybe I wouldn't be here?
Who knows where I was going?
God gave me the gift of being an MC
It's much better than trafficking

Every time I walked barefoot
It's that all the glasses that were filled with tears
From the scar of a scraped knee
I'm sorry, but I don't pay attention to the wrong idea

Boy dressed in Lacoste
But I remembered the end of the year that I spent without eating anything
You'll be hungry and become a man
Made me conquer a beautiful house

I'm leaving my legacy, my Lamborghini of the year
In envy a bothered one
My mother thanking me: Son, thank you

Yeah, thanks, God gave me a job
I'm on the run, fighting to win
I know that time does not go back to the past
And the past comes to me

And my present joins with the future
Those who didn't have faith paid to see
I unload the comb
Words for the world
A million dreams to write

Yeah, thanks, God gave me a job
I'm on the run, fighting to win
I know that time does not go back to the past
And the past comes to me

And my present joins with the future
Those who didn't have faith paid to see
I unload the comb
Words for the world
A million dreams to write

Remembering my time in the favela
My mirror, my past and present
At the tip, run in the alley
Then grab the piece, unload the magazine

In this life crime operates
And the police become competitors
And the real ones that the bullet took to heaven
And time only moves forward

Pedro Lotto