Filho Das Ruas

Fifteen years making rap, man, it ain't no joke
Mixtapes were the cement to build my career
Dedication, a lot of work, a lot of love and strength
Four mouths that need food on the table
Dope music is the business
God made me rich, my kids are my wealth
I'm like the black company, no big show, sick
Imitating the way Bambino walks on the street
I sing like Gutto, but I can't hit the notes
While my mom's stressed, the cops knock at the door
And she hides the stuff in the laundry basket
And you still open your mouth, think your life is crazy
And she worked in a café, in the neighborhood
I never had much, just had enough
I moved to the Sintra line, rent's cheaper
Life's just like that, it strengthens when it doesn't kill (motherfucker)

It was on the corners of these streets that I grew up
If you saw half the things I've seen
If I tell you, will you believe me?
God knows I'm a son of these streets

Me and Don-G, pimp and the master
In a jungle where everyone eats what they kill
Acting like MCs with a lot of pride
For us it was rap, for my mom it was noise
Snk was the crew, every day together
Support was little, haters were many
And the nigga who rhymed, and who produced
Was the same one who paid, was the same one who sold
In the rap world, I came in with both feet
I get rough, just like Portuguese rap
But I already have a diploma and I'm ready for war
I don't talk much, nigga, those who talk too much mess up
Age weighs, I'm sure of what I want
It's not just money, if I lose, I recover
It's the love I have for the rhymes and beats
It's what pulls me out of these corners and streets

It was on the corners of these streets that I grew up
If you saw half the things I've seen (that I've seen)
If I tell you, will you believe me?
God knows I'm a son of these streets

It was on the corners of these streets that I grew up
If you saw half the things I've seen (that I've seen)
If I tell you, will you believe me?
God knows I'm a son of these streets

If I tell you, if I tell you, if I tell you (yeah)
If I tell you, will you believe it? (my nigga master)
If I tell you, if I tell you, if I tell you (Don-G)
(Pimp) will you believe it? (thanks for the beat, brother)
If I tell you, if I tell you, if I tell you... will you believe it?
If I tell you, if I tell you, if I tell you, will you believe it?
My brother Kutz and all those who fight with me
And support the struggle, my brother David, Don-P, this is for the black company
This is for all the sons of the streets, yeah