LEARN LYRICS

I toast victory to whoever came from the bottom
And rhymed till they got rich
If I say that after the money
Counting the real ones, they fit in my car
Whoever changed life with verse and beat
Knows this game's dirty
How many late nights the doubters
I toast victory to whoever came from the bottom
And rhymed till they got rich
If I say that after the money
Counting the real ones, they fit in my car
Whoever changed life with verse and beat
Knows this game's dirty
How many late nights the doubters
Saw that my dream pays my salary
Ready to play and this is my team
If you ain't adding, don't opine
If you wanna film, bro then film
But the world's not like the movies
That blah blah blah is in the business
I came to smash the fitness lyric
On the corners spilling blood in the rhyme
That's the routine to put freestyle in Guinness
Yeah, what are you hungry for
That's all the world can't take from you, yeah
They can't take you, stay
I carry the field in my eyes like Messi
Not everything here is bluff
Bro, find what makes you stronger
Lightly wash off what numbs you
Check, chasing checkmate
Don't kill yourself for the check, dude
The world doesn't belong to who's right
But honor doesn't fit who gives it up
We're hungry for life, for cause and bread
But filling the fridge's revolution too
Nothing's more inspiring than hunger
What are you hungry for
Deep, this filthy world is already dead
And I feel like Don Quixote so I live in mine
I toast victory to whoever came from the bottom
And rhymed till they got rich
If I say that after the money
Counting the real ones, they fit in my car
Whoever changed life with verse and beat
Knows this game's dirty
How many late nights the doubters
Saw that my dream pays my salary
I'm down to taste your flavor
I'm gonna buy a cigarette, stop at the station
I know you haven't forgotten my face
Like the guard at your building
That I painted matte black
Let's go to Miami, let's go to Jupiter, Dayane
I'll stay in bed a bit longer
I want the whole world and some change
I don't give a d*mn
Jogzz's beat, Zidane's headbutt
Xamã's a d*ck, so don't love me
She melts, they have a stroke
Everybody crazy
Everybody wants a punchline
From here to Miami
I pay an Uber Black for Tayane
The cocky one doesn't respect others
Eclipse hit, the kids' tsunami
Call Viviane, cellophane panties
We're the ones on top
We're the ones who smack your coconut butt
Comes in a bra, subtly wants you to f*ck off
One Xamã kills another
Like Blade Runner, gorilla Xamã and Miss Jane
The monkey god can't be killed
Free, light, crazy, loose
I toast victory to whoever came from the bottom
And rhymed till they got rich
If I say that after the money
Counting the real ones, they fit in my car
Whoever changed life with verse and beat
Knows this game's dirty
How many late nights the doubters
Saw that my dream pays my salary
I toast victory to whoever came from the bottom
And rhymed till they got rich
If I say that after the money
Counting the real ones, they fit in my car
Whoever changed life with verse and beat
Knows this game's dirty
How many late nights the doubters
Saw that my dream pays my salary
Living off this is suicide, between fame and anonymity
And to not snitch on my own, I refused to be a slave catcher
So I kill myself little by little
Screaming love to the four corners
Without knowing what being truly loved is
This would make a movie, like Nego Drama
Blaming the stars that came from the mud
None of them changed, 'cause of fake fame
And don't forget to first love who loves you
Like Northeastern food, this is only for the strong
When I spoke of death, I wasn't speaking of cuts
Y'all talk so much about calls, but they're pranks
It's so tense that smiling here is still lucky
I've been dancing with pain applying pressure
This is mortal combat between yes and no
If you're not moved by innocent blood on the ground
Who are y'all to try to dictate emotion, huh
I changed my clothes, changed my face, changed my name
But I never changed before the mic
And sometimes even the hater disappears
Criticism can't scare who already faced hunger
And I ain't leaving my post
I don't abandon those who clapped with tears on their face
Y'all got no shine, matte
A story that only grows
Every August 26th