It's a real life fiction, it's over Gorillas, savage spirits in the body Making mass like Italian Family, the beautiful mafia, the campon I don't want to talk about rhymes, when my firm leaves competition without coins In the pocket, it hurts, it's not focus, because men *** They don't count me, but if they come, it's good, good touch In the taps, in the mouth, it's not result, it's touch All my groups in the hood, without proof Beef and everything falls on top, without comments Let's see if there's a burn in your nose, without coke Rip the shirt, Will Coggan Beer with Logan Pim-pam-boom, say Hovain See up close, another black ballin' Fat pad gang, four meat on the table, it's poker I'm a beast, like they make me jump Catching the mortal and burning the neurons, and I enjoy the beat You know how to repair, when it's to suck it I know the devil, two puffs on the whip, love on the boost Baby, wait here, I swear, it won't take long I'm full of the creep, it's stepping on the neighborhood And being from a neighborhood, it's already half leather, half leather There's probably another beating, and I'm definitely going to talk about my life Even if it's old, less a shot in the dick Less a headache, less a aspirin I was 21 when I met the woman of my life Consequently, I had six and in the belly I'm safe, I know that the father doesn't hesitate I'm going to put my rights in the name of my wife My name is Sassy, boy of Fábio Boy of the neighborhood, pride of the family I was with Zara, with a big star I'm looking for your DNA, I lost the M's, I burned, I changed Little friends there in the area holding the tips Attentive to the ground while licking tips The money in a bag so as not to lose the account Baby, you have a shock guitar and all the bags are yours But I had my drip personalized Just to show in a new video clip It's baby girl, be welcome to my creep Just don't touch who has already failed with me So many bottles, I don't go out with golf I save a few grams, but I don't traffic If the subject is money, I give my profit Yes, baby, I have money in Jamiro I have made numbers with these lyrics I make my bros evolve I don't compliment those who exclude me I'm what they call a real nigga Bro, what the ***, I'm in evil mode I take this phrase because I'm horrible I use this mambo flow on another level I put some niggas in the back Then I put some niggas in the front I was born in the south, but I live in the north So I made a clip in the bridge In fact, there are some stories that I don't tell Because it counts, there are stories that others tell Or it doesn't count, because there are numbers in my account So people point to the tip of the tip of the tip I'm the tip for you, the ***ing mint But your death is not on my agenda The agenda has ports, the rich learn Even so, it depends on the price of the income We know that this *** is the star of the papo Gonzalo Cruz, ZZ in the bank, that's how we do it From the stage to the back, it's clear, boy It's just that now it's easy to want to be on my side It's just that I came from Barata, it's just that I have money It's just that now my sun is playing in every neighborhood But my focus is on the family first It's just that I don't make mistakes, I do what I want and I can I think you don't understand When I say that it's all ours And exhaling Paulo, Ralf, Lauren, Carolina Herrera And Vincent Lohan I clap for those who come from nothing, because I came from nothing And I have a big fan What a crazy thing is this life, look at the pack of nothing that is in my jeans Bro, I'm living the Ifimadiz Who does this better than us? Tell me Look at me, look at us Exalting more hood like Mabox It's just that now we have a voice Employee, not your boss