Paciência (part. Don L)

Now that I know the game, either you dive in or you end up dead
Either you want a lot, or you want a little
Either you give up, or you leave counting the wolves
Either you take a hit, or you throw a punch
Either a bunch comes, or you go to the mountain
Either you drown, or you drink from the fountain
Either you build, or you burn the bridge

Shake, spin, set the table
Either you doubt, or you’re sure

Following nature, black candle, black rose
Along with luck or bad luck, you’ve seen me play
There’s a price to pay
That’s why I ask, that’s why I ask
God, give me patience

'Cause I’m number one on the list of those they want dead
Every time you pass by, remember I opened the door
Know that your diva checks my feed to see what she likes or not
Is it a knife in my back or not?
And if you fail, it’ll turn you on
If it satisfies you, a crumb of bread
Uh, you, you, you, you, you want, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh

It’s every nine on the path
The pigs coming to ruin the charm
Of those who kill lions with a roar (argh)
Fifteen crocodile tears, sad tigers and a cricket chassis
Throw pearls to the pigs
Even knowing my contact with the dead
But who are the pearls, who are the pigs?
Pearls to the pigs, throw pearls to the pigs (pigs)

Following nature, black candle, black rose
Along with luck or bad luck, you’ve seen me play
There’s a price to pay
That’s why I ask, that’s why I ask (oh, oh)
God, give me patience (my dude)

I carve flowers on a razor’s edge
Perfume, night queen, funeral and enchanting
Blizzard cold, the tears of the winner
The wake of a traitor is like wine in Cali (Cali, shh)
I made my name where empires fall without glamour
Owner of a cartel bleeding in the SAMU
And the dynasties that buried rivers
Spilled oceans since they anchored ships

In the middle of this, I swam to not drown
I’m not even mystical, but you don’t cross my hood without reading signs
Not knowing the numbers and colors that mean
Numbers and colors in HDI spreadsheets (uh)
Now I’m a number of followers on a network (nah)
Number of plays on platforms, number of haters
Number of pearls to the pigs
Serial number of the recipe for my black label

God, give me patience
To keep going
Even with independence
It’s hard to fly
I want to be the consequence
I know what I want to leave