Saying you have something is wrong words, in a poorly told story
If in the end it has nothing, and at the same time, everything
Saying you have something is wrong words in a poorly told story
If in the end it has nothing, and at the same time, everything

I don't have a truck, I don't have bank accounts
I'm not a professional, more than primary school
I'm not an artist because being in showbiz isn't a priority
I don't have a cheerleader with an extraordinary face
Nor a crazy model who is a university student
I have a beautiful skinny girl who also likes freestyle
Since sex isn't everything, no matter how many partners
I'm not a thug, but I would rob thugs
Involved in election fraud

I'm not a terrorist, nor a hooligan, nor a thug
Of those who see a cop and drop their pants
I don't have shit, tickets for a plane
Nor yachts to my writings, but I would like them
But first, I would like to see my buddies doing well
In any way

Saying you have something is wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end it has nothing, and at the same time, everything
Saying you have something is wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end it has nothing, and at the same time, everything

I don't have a song that makes
Vaginas wet and I don't bring a show
At most, I have the flow
Not a display doll
I'm not a buff guy like a Max Steel
Nor do I live in a penthouse with an ivory floor
Without those condos of unfriendly people
I rent in Amparo, it's almost three hundred thousand
I don't have a thousand friends who give me betrayals
And even less many views on the internet
I don't have a million
But I want a billion
To see if with that money I can get my partner out of prison
I don't have health insurance in case I get malaria
But I have ginger or lemon water
Without a pension fund, sorry
Remember that being an MC doesn't provide a pension
What I learned was outside, fighting daily
So the mind grows and doesn't stay in the neighborhood
Paying the debt to a millionaire jerk
Who doesn't care about life, only binary codes
I don't have a mother, I have a blessed virgin
Who doesn't need to go to church to give me a blessing
Not like the priest who already has a car, a lot, and despises everyone
I don't have amnesia but I still forget
I have the cunning for some dirty-minded bastards
I'm not a spoiled brat who spends everything
I have my grandmother alive and that's enough for me
I who have nothing

Saying you have something is wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end it has nothing, and at the same time, everything
Saying you have something is wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end it has nothing, and at the same time, everything

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