Molekote
Molekote, senta o pau no gato na arena nos robocop
Tá no corre não foge joga com as 9 as Glock
Ostenta o poder, bélico, bélico
Mu
Molekote, senta o pau no gato na arena nos robocop
Tá no corre não foge joga com as 9 as Glock
Ostenta o poder, bélico, bélico
1, 2, 3, 4 polícia na rua
Dispensa o flagrante guarda no bolso da blusa
Apaga a vela, dispensa a fumaça da marola
Pra não assinar um 28, usuário de drogas
Malandro de favela é 1, 2 não quer ficar pra depois
A vida só se vive agora
Quantos na vila que panguaram e se foi
Moleque bandido de mais tá com um pé e meio na cova
Destacando a corrente dourada na rameira
O pisante branco encostado na mureta
Nós que dinheiro pra gastar e voltar troco
Corrente de ouro 18k no bobo
Pra sair do sufoco e do veneno
Não da pra se espelhar no pai servente de pedreiro
Que trampa noite e dia, hora extra no domingo
No fim perde a saúde, sem dinheiro e não vê o filho
Apostei minhas fichas na balaclava
Pra catar de simulacro o dono da azera prata
Se assustou com a semelhança né playboy
As rodas 20 que você viu era do carro do seu pai
Passando de mundo novo pra salto
Pra negociar com os chirá trocar num rifle de assalto
Depois passa na duana sorrindo
Na receita federal passou batido, olha os meninos
Molekote, senta o pau no gato na arena nos robocop
Tá no corre não foge joga com as 9 as Glock
Ostenta o poder, bélico, bélico
Molekote, senta o pau no gato na arena nos robocop
Tá no corre não foge joga com as 9 as Glock
Ostenta o poder, bélico, bélico
Molekote
Molekote, hit the cat in the arena with the robocops
On the grind, don’t run, play with the 9s, the Glocks
Show off the power, military, military
Mu
Molekote, hit the cat in the arena with the robocops
On the grind, don’t run, play with the 9s, the Glocks
Show off the power, military, military
1, 2, 3, 4, cops in the street
Skip the bust, keep it tucked in your hoodie
Blow out the candle, clear the smoke from the haze
So you don’t catch a 28, drug user
A hustler from the hood is 1, 2, doesn’t want to wait
Life is only lived now
How many in the hood got caught and are gone
A little thug too deep, has one foot in the grave
Highlighting the gold chain in the struggle
The white kicks resting on the wall
We got money to spend and get change back
18k gold chain on the fool
To get out of the struggle and the poison
Can’t look up to the dad who’s a construction worker
Working day and night, overtime on Sundays
In the end, he loses his health, no money, and doesn’t see his kid
I bet my chips on the balaclava
To catch the fake owner of the silver Azera
Got scared with the resemblance, huh rich kid?
The 20s you saw were from your dad’s car
Going from New World to Salto
To negotiate with the cops, trade for an assault rifle
Then pass through customs smiling
At the federal revenue, slipped right by, look at the kids
Molekote, hit the cat in the arena with the robocops
On the grind, don’t run, play with the 9s, the Glocks
Show off the power, military, military
Molekote, hit the cat in the arena with the robocops
On the grind, don’t run, play with the 9s, the Glocks
Show off the power, military, military