Mi Mente (feat. JART)

Wing, wing
It's from the streets
M.D.L. —, ah, it's from the streets
L.R., it's from the streets
It's from the streets

I want to get there, in the end, it's a long road
And without crying, seeing what destiny has in store for me
We have to move forward, and the mint, I swear, doesn't get damaged
And without stopping, to do everything with the mind and feat

A list of people targeted, six highways and tinted windows
My whole group stopped, yours come out folded
And we don't come out in magazines, those of interested models
But I do come out in the news, for rebellion, police, and past

It's normal that now that one throws me shade if he seems a bit off
It's normal that now the other talks to me, only because he's high
When they see me face to face, they say: 'Morad, tell me what the hell happened?' (For what?)
And I tell them that nothing happened (it's nothing), the L has pointed at you

Wing, wing, time to invest
Wing, wing, in the streets I'm alone to move
Wing, wing, my mind says not to repeat
Wing, wing, and the bad things I have to do again

Wing, wing, time to invest
Wing, wing, in the streets I'm alone to move
Wing, wing, my mind says not to repeat
Wing, wing, and the bad things I have to do again

Lucky to know, lucky to run
Lucky I don't know, but I know I have more mind
And luck is never there, and it usually doesn't exist
We usually live always on the edge of death

And a mind that exercises, based on the numbers
Heart that beats for me, and quietly in my mind the screams come out
And I don't know the suits and crimes
But I do know Funalito, who removes alarms and puts the whistles
And nights where I don't use any criteria, work gets more serious (more serious)
Use your head, use your head
And look, Morad's life really doesn't have much mystery
It comes from poverty (comes from poverty)

Wing, wing, time to invest
Wing, wing, in the streets I'm alone to move
Wing, wing, my mind says not to repeat
Wing, wing, and the bad things I have to do again

Wing, wing, time to invest
Wing, wing, in the streets I'm alone to move
Wing, wing, my mind says not to repeat
Wing, wing, and the bad things I have to do again

And the bad things I have to do again
And the bad things I have to do again
And the bad things I have to do again
And the bad things I have to do again

Wing, wing, and the bad things I have to do again
And the bad things I have to do again
And the bad things I have to do again
Wing, wing, wing, wing, wing, wing
It comes from the streets
Wing, wing, wing, wing, wing, wing
It comes from the streets