Os Menor da Quebrada (part. Kyan)

Yeah, it's Danzo on the mic
Yeah (Hold on, it's us, yeah)
We don’t struggle anymore
And when the money drops, the first thing I do
Is fill up the fridge, and there's still some left for fun
Always dressed up nice, moving sharp, wallet full of wolves

Uh, oh, roll another one that keeps me chillin'
Uh, oh, turn up the sound to make everything feel alright

I did everything I could to get out of the mud
And to take my brothers out of this illusion
My mom is fine and, of course, healthy
I'm grinding nonstop to buy you a mansion
And the young ones from the hood are growing up right
Knowing what's right, it even gets emotional
I’m the first from where I live to achieve all this
Some think it's useless, others find inspiration

Uh, oh, roll another one that keeps me chillin'
Uh, oh, turn up the sound to make everything feel alright
Uh, oh, roll another one that keeps me chillin'
Uh, oh, turn up the sound to make everything feel alright

We got respect now, but it wasn’t always like this
I remember when I was a kid, the beach was lit
Board shorts and Havaianas, at the shore, Juliete shades
Having fun even when we were struggling
But whatever, our focus is always ahead
But maybe I’ll lose focus, landed by the blonde in front
A little gangster, I liked her tan lines
She looks fancy, but I know she loves the real ones
I came from Baixada Santista, where the state gives crumbs
And if you don’t wanna steal, you better be good at soccer
Not many options
To kill our hunger, we had to rap, hustle
Or work at a beach stand
Back then, they looked down on us
Now we’re the inspiration
And for the rich girls, I’m the boss that makes them feel strong
Who was poor is now buying bottles and shots
Jack, Buchanan's, Red, juice, and Cîroc
We’re driving fresh, click-clack, we’re the bosses
Caiçaras make the girls go down for the squad
Shirtless, looking clean
Baggy shorts, for tourists, it was a check
Around my neck, it's 18 karats
What we eat is 18 and barks
We’re sharp, pure street smarts
And we recognize who’s real
And don’t tolerate snakes
Got the patch, it's our vest
They say we’re the coldest
Danzo and Kyan, the hardest in trap

Uh, oh, roll another one that keeps me chillin'
Uh, oh, turn up the sound to make everything feel alright
Uh, oh, roll another one that keeps me chillin'
Uh, oh, turn up the sound to make everything feel alright
We got respect now, but it wasn’t always like this
I remember when I was a kid, the beach was lit