Chumbo

Smell of lead or little lead
They're weak, worse than a chump
She's wood, I'm a termite
When a cop dies, it brightens my day

Gold on the neck
Women kissing your neck
But when shit hits the fan and this thing blows up
No one will stick around

A close friend is my heart
To talk to God, just with prayer
The names on the wall are just decoration
Sorry, I lied. It was just lust!

And look in the eye and see my treasure
Cutting ties with scissors
It's just that the life I lead, I can't be fragile
Next, let's move on!

Just like in America, Tom Cruise
I was made in New York, no stunt double
Your scared eyes are a déjà vu
My Kenner is pricier than you

You judging the book by its cover
I'm skin and I carry this cup
We're fucking everything up this Tuesday
Just like the cup, this mouth is ours

She's gonna swallow me, I'm not Zagallo
X9 suffered, died choked up
With xt on the track, I saw the future
Gypsy cried, reading my past

Scenes from a Coppola movie
Wanna step on the field or in the goal, ball?
And the orders on the Corolla track
And the purebreds on the track without a leash

On the job learning more than school
If I pass, my vision will have dark circles
Dream of Dybala but, got in the ball
But first took everything from the scout

Street artists, but when they see me, it's really me
Street artist, they like what I wear but the sponsorship is really me!

We are what we see, what we hear, and what we feel
You all are just the ones who pretend
Get rich or die just trying
Just like in the Fifty movie

Who said we don't have a chance, bro?
The kids go fearless against the flow
It's just that I am something for my brothers
Climbing up without stairs and without a handrail