Let me start saying
Life wasn't easy for me
I've been already hungry to get here
Six months eating only eggs and flour
So I could get the money
to record my first song
If Nothing Lasts Forever
know you heard about it
Made a hole music video with the phone of Fabio
Which was a friend of mine that a used to love
Cuz my cellphone at that time was a Samsung Pocket
I studed in the worse schools of my city
Surrounded of gangsters and gangsta' children
You think you can survive by studying here?
That's why I gave up of school when I was fifteen
I grew up watching the violence in my ghetto
My friends from schools being arrested for trafic
But you'll ain't never see it in the newspaper
It's just not a topic that interest most of the people

(They only care about)
Money, diamonds, purses, gold
These are the only things that people care about
Ain't nobody wants to see a pior gay rappin'
But I came to stay and you better listen
I'm not another white bitch tryna stoling culture
You'll ain't never see me wearing box braid, men, trust me
Those white bitches love to pretend they're black
Me and my black friends just seat and laugh
Cuz there's nothing I hate more
than bourgeoius people
Rich bitches
they really think the world spins around them
Is your life harder because you do not have an iphone?
Would you survive without a daddy and mom
to pay your accounts?
Cuz every single shit I have
I worked hard to buy it
Didn't had a rich daddy to pay my english classes
All the money my daddy win in a hard day of work
He spend with prostitutes at the strip-club
The house I live is the ugliest you'll ever see
No tile on the floor and no bed to sleep
But I'm proud of who I am and who I became
From the bottom of the bottom, bitch now I'm here

Man, I'm not tryna to play the victim
I'm just tryna let you know where I came from
When a bad bitch start talking you better listen
Just tryna let you know what I came for

They said I wasn't good
They said I was going nowhere
Call me for a vocal battle, do it better than me
And to all of you bitches who said I was a flop
I wrote this fucking next line just thinking of ya'll

Bitches talk too much but they can't make it better
Let's see if you can make good songs with hundred dollars
Check out all my songs
I'm the only writer on this shit
How can you criticize me if you ain't know how to sing?
Shout out to mister Renan who tried to kill my dreams
Said I wasn't good and tried to sabotage me
Watch me become the bigger singer this city ever seen
Fuck you, producer of shit, suck my dick
There's no other bitch here who works harder than me
Let me talk about how I recorded my first Ep
A hole year working my ass hard at transit department
All the money I won, half was just to pay the studio
But I bad bitch need to do
what a bad bitch need to do
I ever thought of selling drugs or become a prostitute
The government don't give a fuck for poor people like us
But different of my friends who died
I came back to school

Man, I'm not tryna to play the victim
I'm just tryna let you know where I came from
When a bad bitch start talking you better listen
Just tryna let you know what I came for
Man, I'm not tryna to play the victim
I'm just tryna let you know where I came from
When a bad bitch start talking you better listen
Just tryna let you know what I came for

Got back to school, I'm still working
To get out of this state of poorness
Music college. Here I'm coming
Now Wakanda, Bom Jardim Forever