What? I understand these words, bro But what the *? Bro I have flow, I have show But what the *? Look at me when I do show Bro I have flow, I have show But what the *? What the *? And you don't find me like Banksy Hurricane like Nancy Bro, Hammer, New Genesis I don't have time to think about it I was the only one without a school degree 10 with 8, music and history I've been singing to you for less than a year I know they'll give it to you I walk on the edge of the fire If you look with the rifle in your mouth If I open my mouth, there's fire Watch out, you'll drop the Porsche You only wear light colors Your outfit sucks, bro Ask around how to raise the hype You go with a finger in the ass and do outing But I'm *** light How often in my life Even the picnic on the moon I have a hunger that I can't even imagine For our quad, bro, on the dunes You read the bio, you make this culture It's not just you, bro, luckily You don't understand like Inception I have the answers like Reception When they say I have to aim to love myself When I can last in the epidemic Among the misadventures, you saw mine The nights spent in distilleries Without even thinking about the dice When I didn't earn a thousand lire The fear and the boredom are my children A bit like being Sitting on your shoulders by the sea Out of the mess The trap is like nothing I push the belt in the valve, I deflate it The God on the glass, he's on fire You, you, you But why I don't do it? Bro, you have to open your mouth Bro, but why I don't do it? Bro, I say flow, I say show But why I don't do it? Look at me when I do a show Bro, I say flow, I say show But why I don't do it? Why I don't do it? This one leaves me things on the corner of the house The key is reduced, it makes the bag The other one follows me with her breath on her neck I can't even write a course I play the strength shirt She's the candle, she's the death Opla! Life is 30 years old, it squeezes the bite Padawan uses the force Force, that you're a killer With the pen, TV, with the tonsils Until I buy the top pills The cortices, the graves, the cold tickets When you ask me for pictures on the street It's not that I don't like it like the girls It's just that in Bahia you leave your shoes And then you get a Golden Retriever With Clemente like a cat and a wolf And like Stanley and Olio Like Starsky and Dutch Like Dry Ash Super Skunk Like Mercy and Ronaldo Terence and Buzz Pink and Tupac Ciro and Gennaro Napoli and Milan In a rap tour I don't care about making the tickets I feel at home in any city Yes, bro, but I don't give a * And they do a deep throat They take the beats and give me a beatbox That 20 years of death is always a vice I seal the graves and I'm the type That knows how to go beyond, but here, bro You can't be strong and you're a cool guy For the confidence, I tell you But who gives a *? Who gives a *? Hear these words, bro But who gives a *? Bro, I tell you, bro I tell you, bro But who gives a *? Look at me when I do show Bro, I tell you, bro I tell you, bro But who gives a *? Who gives a *? Hear these words, bro But who gives a *? Bro, I tell you, bro I tell you, bro But who gives a *? Look at me when I do show Bro, I tell you, bro I tell you, bro But who gives a *? Who gives a *?