VERDADEIRO FEEL

This is just the gentle fire that burns the tip of the rizzla
We reached the throne, so I'll change the carpet
The game got serious, today we only play for FIFA
So, no more weddings at the FIFA quota door
The process invokes another kind of beauty
Lipstick on a hypocritical mouth

Because finally the numbers are knocking at the door
I saw that in the midst of love from various niggas, various bitches
The only real love that will remain is from my quota
See what success brought to me
Acts of niggas that I considered until the end
In the midst of shots and knives at the door of my cubicle
To deduct the first five digits of my bank account in the following year
This is the true feel, this is the true movie
People think I only do this shit for myself
Nah, my man, I do it for the kids who walk the streets in bally
I also do it for the kids who don't want to do drill

This is the true Feel (T-X)
This is the true feel
Drop the rosary, man, you are the true wire
Your nigga used everything you said on his chest and only then rose
This is the true (uhm)
This is the true feel

Who told you 'no feelings', sometimes didn't lie
But sometimes you have to stop seeing and start feeling
To be able to distinguish what is really real
It's what makes me put all my niggas first
It's what makes me put all my family first
The ex's family didn't believe anything I said
It wasn't for lack of belief
It was because I didn't have money

It's what makes a guy want to give the ceiling quota as a gift
It's what makes a guy want cars that only come by order
It's what makes a guy think the system means nothing to me
And that the true soldiers are from Prenda or Cazenga

He talks about Rex, talks about the crew, nigga
(Yes) talking about the gang is getting cool, nigga
(Bless) I came from Campolide, Crocodile Neighborhood
And don't talk about the ghetto, you came from families with money, nigga
Success is not what you think, loneliness is that envy
It's one of the rewards, even so I'm in the building
I guide myself by the word of God, after the rain and cold
Lights and the same pride, that's the true feel
I put so much soul, I almost left my body
They thought the story I came to tell was imaginary
They asked what I would do when this mouth was several
Here's the answer, the studio looks like a dental clinic

Full of signs, man
I told them, I ain't playin'
And I repeat, man, I'm not playing with anyone
I have the flame in my veins
And it penetrates my soul that holds me
This is the bread that the devil kneaded
Accompanied by champagne, pain
They wanted to see us down living like suckers
In my pocket I'm putting the cash that makes the pants tight
To choose the Benz tomorrow, first is to choose the house
A lot of slaps without hands until that shit looks like applause

(Wow) more and more wild, we're getting higher and higher
Wiss sat at our table to speak ill of us tomorrow
Even so, in the shorty or in the goal, we remain the same
Touching the top like a residential DJ
It's the jerk kid from Parque das Pedrinhas
(Yeah) it's the kid from skate and ball in the ring
(Yeah) but I don't know what's going on since I went to sleep

God, wake your son up, I can't get out of the dream
In fact, don't wake me up, I'm fine like this
I don't lack anything with the family and my fans here
And if you wake me up now, I'll see up close the attitude of the kids
Who made today's elders sell chalk
Man, I escaped by a hair
Today I'm on the edge of Dana laughing with the kid Z
Life is no longer a bubble
Never tell me again that I don't help my Gs
Dana cuts my hair, man, I never accept it for free
See, man, look, man, I'm only a friend of jola
Click all flawless, I want to put the whole click out
Click all flora-se, the path is up, let's go
For at the end of the month my dread is life in a forum
Yeah (it's a lot of shopping) yeah

I said, 'weddings only return at the FIFA quota door'
When this biva is new, a biva for nine
That allows you to see the top of the bridge and the bright future
Like the forehead of the b that blocked, climate for us
And today lives in my voice everything the lens saw
What talent asked for, faith was sweeping cold
Far from vile access, close to real success
This is the true feel
(Yeah, yeah)
(Silence)