[Intro]
Ghost
[Verse 1]
The grinta of Atlético
She doesn't respect herself, she goes under the desk
I smoke a cigarette, I'm in drugs
There are no more little ones, there are no more big ones
There are only men or whores
I'm sitting on the iron throne, on my back a buffalo hide
I'm handcuffed to the steering wheel
I even overtake ambulances
I'm at the 36 in hearing
You would hear a pin drop so much that I keep silent
I watch above the family nest like a golden eagle
And if tomorrow I leave suddenly what they bury me in the village
Become better, inner peace
The past behind, the past behind
[Chorus]
I'm in the bando, in my palm, I burn a little pestle
Little man from the favela a bit like Ronaldinho
I have brothers who are underground, amigos in prison
And in my heart it's empty and cold, it's like in the fridge
I'm in the bando, in my palm, I'm burning a little drumstick
Little man from the favela a bit like Ronaldinho
I have brothers who are underground, amigos in prison
And in my heart it's empty and cold, it's like in the fridge
[Verse 2]
Rani doesn't suffer even with llions-mi
I pay myself Dupond-Moretti, tomorrow I die, they forget me
I put on a vest under my r-cui
However, I have an appointment with my best friend
I'm sitting alone at the counter
I have friends in dribs and drabs, including has my blood on the sidewalk
In the end few victories
At night all the cats are gray, at night all the weapons are black
Heavy meal, rue de Ponthieu, we go to the fire
My phone rings, an anonymous call, I think it's the reaper
40 days of mourning, families crying
The past behind, the past behind
[Chorus]
I'm in the bando, in my palm I burn a little drumstick
Little man from the favela a bit like Ronaldinho
I have brothers who are underground, friends in prison
And in my heart it's empty and cold, it's like in the fridge
I'm in the bando, in my palm I burn a little pestle
Little man from the favela a bit like Ronaldinho
I have brothers who are underground, amigos in prison
And in my heart it's empty and cold, it's like in the fridge
[Outro]
Life humiliates you
We have nothing stronger than 'a deprived family
Life hits harder than all your friends put together
And when I do dirty things, it's me who I hurt
J 'am nobody
I'm nobody

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