As 25 Horas de Le Mans (part. Cynthia Luz)

There are only two types of people: The living and the dead
Some, even though they are alive, only endure
Some, even though dead, looking for other ways
What did I miss? What did I miss?
What did I let go of?
What did I miss? What was missing?
Man, I thought about leaving
I'm sick inside, I'm sick outside
I am sick and my mind never settles
Comfort is the enemy of those who live now

I'm running with Bwayne now
I lost Cyro to the system, money is tough
I never take time off
My life is a movie, bro, and there won't be any popcorn in it
I am my club, I am my team, I am in it for victory

I'm running with Bwayne now
I lost Cyro to the system, money is tough
I never take time off
My life is a movie and there will be no popcorn
I am my club, I am my team, I am in it for victory

Touching yourself before the touch screen
Shouting to the security guard: Brother, don't touch me
Children run the same way when I rang the bell
I live strategically right at the end of the line

Don't look at your eyes, don't let it make an impression
Change the trajectory while you can
I'm stronger, closer and closer
Further and further away from the podium

Don't look at your eyes, don't let it make an impression
Change the trajectory while you can
I'm stronger, closer and closer
Further and further away from the podium

My sound was in America and I haven't even seen it
My face is on my skin, man, I'm an addiction
I never needed the industry, I have 4 records
And what I've done so far is still just the beginning
She doesn't know if she loves me or hates me
When I stopped giving money, they thought I was trash
My ex DJ talked a lot about yesterday
Today he's not with me
And you're at risk, oh

Whenever he sees me he runs a lot, ah
Like it was tuned and nitro, ah
Turn on MTV, you know, I'm rich, ah
You wanna rap, give me back my book, oh
Other things you steal from your cousin
The earth is flat, the world rotates and I'm never flat
Because I work a lot, a lot, playboy is my son
I don't even have the damn gun, I don't even pull the trigger
I want even your soul, I want you alive
To show you that this is only for those who were born for it
You lose money with rhymes, I profit with addiction
My pulse is possessed, possessed and impulsive