Dowtown

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

I know the corners, saw people die
Hey, let me live
My music loud, let me live
Jesus in the mix
Friends at home
Make it worth it
Ok, ok
Good day, bad day
I make it worth it
They
Bitches, players
Worms, kings
Streets
Make a hot idea worth it
Lipstick marks
I pay cash for this life
So brother, let me live
Old man tells me he sees
Christs and mermaids
I know, I foresee
Crazy, messed up, I know
Don't count on it, man
I know how to deal with it, man
It's my hustle, profit or loss
Stick with me, come

Evil in no one
Where you have the brothers
The chicks too
Smoking good, the good ones
Have the bosses
No saints
Because it's not fiction

Climbed the favela, flower
My lady has cornrow braids
Dancing is sensational
Came down the favela, going
It's God who watches over
Faith for real
I came from the alleys of Downtown

A thousand missions
Truths in a thousand versions
A good thought
Guides me in the crowds
Blind in their reasons
Promises
Sermons
Presumption
I keep my feet on the ground
Staying sane is the goal
Souls on sale
People who vegetate
And TV controls
The mind doesn't process
Contemplate the boredom
Outside the weather turns
I'm not even in that
Because Jesus was good
We play our part
The proof comes from what I was
Do your part
The quota is the hustle that assigns
The good hustler intuits
In Babel
Not delaying anyone already contributes
Good hustler concludes
No one enters heaven by force

Evil in no one
Where you have the brothers
The chicks too
Smoking good, the good ones
Have the bosses
No saints
Because it's not fiction

Climbed the favela, flower
My lady has cornrow braids
Dancing is sensational
Came down the favela, going
It's God who watches over
Faith for real
I came from the alleys of Downtown