Tarde Demais

I’m running out of time for beef
Worried about your beat
This dude keeps pushing, but the level won’t allow it
They came too late, we don’t give fame anymore
We don’t look back
'Cause I’m on top with my crew
First to vibe on a beat, man, over the top on the trip
We don’t listen to your shit here
If they try more, it’s all for nothing
Fakes pretending to be real
We opened the door for some, but the real ones
Found it closed
You won’t have anything now

I spend my life on the road, got three girlfriends
Gonna get each one a Prada
Haters just talk about me, but they never say anything
But I’m not worried

Lost count of the fans I’ve gained
Lost count of the SOS I’ve acted on
Lost count of the fakes I let in my house

Now they only talk about one dude
Lost count of the guys I’ve taken out
Lost count of the girls I’ve hooked up with
Lost count, 'cause there are so many copies of me

I don’t even know who I inspired anymore (and motivated the bro)
I only have time to sleep on the flight
Don’t come tell me what that dude said
I don’t wanna hear about that beat anymore

These topics, bro, keep them to yourself
Dudes are mad 'cause I’m always lit
Flexing on the swag, and flexing on the kit
I step into life without an invite
If I drop kuduro, it’ll be a hit too

I’m running out of time for beef
Worried about your beat
This dude keeps pushing, but the level won’t allow it
They came too late, we don’t give fame anymore
We don’t look back
'Cause I’m on top with my crew
First to vibe on a beat, man, over the top on the trip
We don’t listen to your shit here
If they try more, it’s all for nothing, fakes pretending to be real
We opened the door for some, but the real ones found it closed
You won’t have anything now

Beefing with these guys is a setback
I see sad dudes and don’t even comment
Your lies in line are a thousand meters long
Below me, they’re tired of the shadows

They turned against the guys
They beef us and we ignore it (Xé) Just gotta laugh
Shout out to the bombito, 'cause it’s popping in the bay
So you see how, man, if you beef, you’ll get played, man

Today girls wear yards, rappers wear wigs
It’s getting dangerous, man
They hear me on the beat, they say I’m the dad
If they grab their heads, they say my mom

If the boss doesn’t leave, he doesn’t leave
They sing that they’re ballin', but it’s just a lie
Better stop (Rhymes fall flat, and I just throw stones, but this flow will take you away)
Fans ask for pics in the club, won’t let me use the bathroom freely

And the dudes wanna beef (who)
I don’t judge, just can’t see well
Then don’t complain, whoever comes against gets the face of the grêmio

I’m running out of time for beef
Worried about your beat
This dude keeps pushing, but the level won’t allow it
They came too late, we don’t give fame anymore
We don’t look back
'Cause I’m on top with my crew, first to vibe on a beat, man, over the top on the trip
We don’t listen to your shit here
If they try more, it’s all for nothing, fakes pretending to be real
We opened the door for some, but the real ones found it closed
You won’t have anything now

We came from far, with few showing love
Even so, I keep going, bangers and flows like a cough
From these primates to funny, that dude’s got a lot of success
Leave my forty alone, mixing NY in my body (Most)

We stay on top of the game, you can tell the truth, I know
About the guys who act like they’re not doing well, want problems and with who?
Looking at them, I can understand, this way they’ll just offend us
Powers with you, not with funny
In this fame, they’ll continue to be nobody

So much hate they show now
What’s up with this new school?
They’re mad 'cause we left
Wait, your time will come

Success comes with work, do your thing
Forget just the TRX
Enjoy, we’re calm
Just one more shit and we’ll blow up the country

They want fame, we’re giving them sense
With these dudes, it’s a loss
Fuck everyone, I’m not here for that
I’ll waste time on a Swiss roll

I don’t waste time on what I don’t need
They want attention, just say the name
We feel sorry, you came too late
There’s no beef, you’ll starve

I’m running out of time for beef
Worried about your beat
This dude keeps pushing, but the level won’t allow it
They came too late, we don’t give fame anymore
We don’t look back
'Cause I’m on top with my crew
First to vibe on a beat, man, over the top on the trip
We don’t listen to your shit here
If they try more, it’s all for nothing

Fakes pretending to be real
We opened the door for some
But the real ones found it closed
You won’t have anything now