LOS VAGOS CON LOS VAGOS (feat. Perfil Bajo)

From the street to the street (come on)
It sounds rich
What (wow)
Yeah, yeah
I'm tired of the nonsense, tired of the problems
From the street to the street, attentively those who sound
If they front too much, we'll snatch your chains
Music for the lazy ones and also for the girls

When I'm in the studio, I record a hit
I move forward, no matter if I lose or win
The bills burn like skin in summer
I'm already toughened up, I smoke a couple of grams

I go into the hallway, without iron or knife
The guys are tough, they ask you for a cigarette
Everything seems cool, but we're always sharp
I come from the slum, where the gossip comes from

Making war on all the cops
They take the weed with a fake face
Then they smoke a joint inside the van
If you want to be respected, you'll be respected

Working hard, I want to dress nicely
Good with the good, damn with the damned
The rich with the rich, the tough with the tough
The lazy ones with the lazy ones, we're not picky here
Smoking early, appetite opens
I want a car, I'm fine even with a little one
When I'm successful, you'll ask me for photos
Everything I write in the booth, I spit out (brr)

(Ah)
Eyou, don't mess with us here
We're good singers with a lot of makeup
I had to change for myself, I don't walk the streets anymore
The kids are lost between water, bica, and shotgun
A wild horse can't be drugged even with ketamine
(Eyou)

We're the ugly thugs on top of beautiful tracks
We don't measure ourselves with anyone, let them compete
It was never for fame, much less for money
They all go crazy for that damn money

I don't waste my time lying down anymore
Nor do I want to waste it being high
I've done a thousand stupid things, but I've never stolen
I may regret in this life of sin

Oney, slow down, you're getting the picture
No more fake, no more drama
At least I'm a good guy, others wouldn't say anything
I ask the track if lying down or standing
I don't hang out with cousins, I hang out with primates
If I were you, I wouldn't get high, maybe someone will snatch it
People already know, I'm crazy
They have to shoot me if they want a break, eyou
(Ah)