Where I Came From

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, wath 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

Not Wakanda, Bom Jardim Forever