Rolê no Tempo

Hey, little one
You work in production, right, man?
Call up DJ Wall, forget it

Wall, all day on the corner
I count on my fingers the friends who came to warn me
To tell me, you think your life is dealing?
I pass through my mind the prayer lady

My knee hurts from your boy praying so much
Mom can pray, soon I’ll leave this life behind
I was born to win in life
Today listening to my new Funk in the ride
Thinking about the hustle
Hey, on those days when I was craving

I’m thinking about building a machine
Take a spin and roll through time
Shout out to all the loyal ones from the hood
Who’ve known what they’re doing since they were kids

Those who are gone, it’s just tears
Falling from my face, let the bleeding be
Rosinha, Chico you’re killing me
Nostalgia in my heart is beating

I see ten thousand enemies running scared
If the talk is real, I just lament
And on the right, fifteen more pretending to be Judas
It’s Guina’s moment

Who’s promising the hood
The cure for the virus, but it’s not happening
Bolsonaro’s a bullet, killing the people, pretending he doesn’t see
Killing the people, I’ll catch you with a bullet

Words hit hard in the chest
Every dream you’re playing with
Will come back to you as a nightmare
God bless our routine, God bless
I ask for peace to guide my family, healing the pain

Remembering that many wounds were left
Remembered I traded glass for flowers
My microphone pointed at your mind
Words tear like a twelve-gauge bullet

I came from the favela
Sick of it because in childhood I always walked barefoot
Shout out to Dale Capela, NK, MC Lon, Daleste, always inspired
Another dreamer from the heart of the pure-hearted hustler

But how about dropping the new Mizuno
The Lacoste polo, the nice hairdo
Throw the tank of the Hornet, I wanna see
The one in front jump

Roll up the windows of the Jaguar so no one sees
Inside, the weed
Today the rain’s gonna be Don Pérignon
Get lost, hater
Pull the ring, Dior, spray on the perfume of the young millionaire

Today she wants affection
But back then she didn’t want to give
Today she throws it at my Funk show
For sure today she wants to date my Jaguar
Dreamer hustler, dreaming I was already a dealer

All day on the corner
I count on my fingers the friends who came to warn me
To tell me, you think your life is dealing?
I pass through my mind the prayer lady
My knee hurts from your boy praying so much
Mom can pray, soon I’ll leave this life behind

I’m thinking about building a machine
Take a spin and roll through time
Shout out to all the loyal ones from the hood
Who’ve known what they’re doing since they were kids

Those who are gone, it’s just tears
Falling from my face, let the bleeding be
Rosinha, Chico you’re killing me
Nostalgia in my heart is beating