LYRICS GAME

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