Do you know what this bastard world has taught me
That if you're good and kind here, they take you for a fool
You stare into space for two seconds and they call you distracted
If you have a small habit, they call you spoiled
If you think about yourself, they call you a coward
Don't ask for advice or your character will vanish
I don't repeat what I say, bro, I don't do dictation
If you want, pause the video and start it over
Sometimes between me and myself, I say: what have you done, Zefe
You gave too many caresses where slaps were needed
I don't give a damn about these fools and their experiences
They don't know what it means to make it to the end of the month
I still have trials to pay
I still have a dream to realize
I still have a gift to give
A huge villa for my mother
You think I get angry
Go ahead, call your squads
If you call me a fool, bro
It's because I'm your father
Bro, kill this joint because the cops are here
You talk about weed but with your friends, you get high with filters
You are two-faced as soon as you're in crisis
Be honest because karma will hit you if you fake it
Bro, kill this joint because the cops are here
You talk about weed but with your friends, you get high with filters
You are two-faced as soon as you're in crisis
Be honest because karma will hit you if you fake it
These people are feeling good but haven't understood
That those who are children of the neighborhood don't love the cops
After the party, the sirens, brawls in the streets
Some have guns, some chains, it ends badly here
In the city, we know each other, whoa whoa
They already know who we are, whoa whoa
From the handshake, whoa whoa
Here there's mutual respect
The people here, bro, don't think
They always talk randomly
Here in the middle, there are those who don't forgive
Those who break your nose
Adolescence calls for drugs
And everyone already knows it
I have a brother who for this stuff
Has been inside for a year
My father counted the bills in the living room
Lately, things weren't going so well
I was always out, bro, with the guys
You'd find us in the city or in the neighborhood
We'd pass by Foot Locker, dreaming of those shoes
Bro, we felt super emptying supermarkets
Intelligence of a computer but wasted on nonsense
Bro, I tried everything but I liked being a rapper
Bro, kill this joint because the cops are here
You talk about weed but with your friends, you get high with filters
You are two-faced as soon as you're in crisis
Be honest because karma will hit you if you fake it
Bro, kill this joint because the cops are here
You talk about weed but with your friends, you get high with filters
You are two-faced as soon as you're in crisis
Be honest because karma will hit you if you fake it

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