Arco Íris
MC Kevin
Rainbow
Life weighs a ton, several walks
Just to prove my legacy, my salary
It increased, it multiplied
The division of friendship to see who is good
Really just to stick it on the side
I see a lot of envy around
Envy is frying in the eyes
My face is like Pablo Escobar
Seriously, mad at what he's thinking
I'm coming up with a plan
Looking for the chest of gold at the end of the rainbow
That I saw on rainy days with sun
In the favela this is our chic vision
I'm coming up with a plan
Looking for the chest of gold at the end of the rainbow
That I saw on rainy days with sun
In the favela this is our chic vision
In days that I had in solitude
I searched, I looked for new acts
My friends locked in the coffin
Made me do my own trafficking today
In days that I had in solitude
See me, see me again, I looked for new acts
My friends locked in the coffin
Made me do my own trafficking today
Yeah
I lived, I learned to sell drugs, I traded while listening to music
So go ahead, a bag of hits to bother you
Don't come and take my hand, envy, not even with a glove
What a cynical face trying to hug me
I lived, I learned to sell drugs, I traded while listening to music
So go ahead, a bag of hits to bother you
Don't come and take my hand, envy, not even with a glove
What a cynical face trying to hug me
I'm coming up with a plan
Looking for the chest of gold at the end of the rainbow
That I saw on rainy days with sun
In the favela this is our chic vision
I'm coming up with a plan
Looking for the chest of gold at the end of the rainbow
That I saw on rainy days with sun
In the favela this is our chic vision
In days that I had in solitude
I searched, I looked for new acts
My friends locked in the coffin
Made me do my own trafficking today
In days that I had in solitude
See me, see me again, I looked for new acts
My friends locked in the coffin
Made me do my own trafficking today
Yeah
I lived, I learned to sell drugs, I traded them listening to music
So here's a bag of hits to bother you
Don't come and take my hand, envy, not even with a glove
What a cynical face trying to hug me
I lived, I learned to sell drugs, I traded them listening to music
So here's a bag of hits to bother you
Don't come and take my hand, envy, not even with a glove
What a cynical face trying to hug me
(Hail Mary, this is DJ Nenê)
