Vainas (feat. Kelo)

Stuff, gangsters
Steal, kill
Hustle, business, sales
Weed, coke, paste
Money is not abundant
Problems are not lacking
There's no roof, there's no limit
My flow is enough

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm fine, sometimes I'm not
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom
Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Give answers to my doubts
I try to keep the trash

And if they look for me, I'm not there
I'm looking for myself, chasing paper
I don't want Chanel until there's enough to eat, eh
Mom life is tough to be just talking
Tell me if you remember all we've been through
Everything I sing is for my people, for my brother
We were at zero, before it was a gram
Now we have everything expensive
I don't buy with fake faces or anything that makes me desperate
Different types of power
The flow remains adjusted to what it has, eh
The bad comes and goes

In the neighborhood burning my weed
A lot of business, all the numbers match
No one knows what tomorrow holds
That's why I live my own war
In the neighborhood burning my weed
A lot of business, all the numbers

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm fine, sometimes I'm not
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom
Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Give answers to my doubts
I try to keep the trash

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm fine, sometimes I'm not
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom
Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Give answers to my doubts
I try to keep the trash

What they throw at me, they lived and live their lives
In school, the street didn't know them
Sequences, falls, left marks on my mind
And now they torment my days
The cops have a free pass
To spread the filth
Selling, drinking, looking for a way out
Praying to Mary, begging for food
I seek to win, like a black man in Detroit
Simple, without a plan, normal, what's up?
I have poison in my voice
Sentenced to a million like Pau
Fine flow like a phone in the capital
In trouble, lead is common
This flow is not clean or with blemish
Although it's rich like a blunt
I just look for blues in the bank

Looking for flowers in the sandals
I could see a present in tomorrow
I never even thought about fame
I just want to see my mom smile
I remember when they scolded me
For not understanding that the street was bad
Many people supported me
But the cops took away my desire

Stuff, gangsters
Steal, kill
Hustle, business, sales
Weed, coke, paste
Money is not abundant
Problems are not lacking
There's no roof, there's no limit
My flow is enough