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Description
Sounds like the diary of someone who grew up on beats and survived on principles. A little tired, a little angry, but extremely honest. This is not about love and definitely not about recognition - it’s about “really I’m não ligo,” when behind you is no longer pathos, but experience.
The song is reminiscent of that state when they accuse, condemn, make guesses, but inside there is silence. Because there is no need to explain anymore. Neither strangers nor our own. Everything that was important had already been done or experienced. All that remains are the facts, offensively precise lines and the desire not to get into someone else’s dirt, but to wipe away your own.
And if someone thinks that this is just “dis”, then it’s worth listening - sometimes the truth sounds louder than the drama. Especially against the backdrop of autotune.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Realmente eu não ligo
Esses cara critica meu som
Meu mano, nunca te liguei
Andando suave na rua da escola
Eles me chamam zoando
Falando que é gay
É que ontem à noite
Ela cortou o braço com dó
Por isso que eu não chorei
Ela terminou o namoro
Depois foi correndo pra vó
Dizendo que eu que errei
Os artista de drill hoje em dia
Só andam estragando as suas carreiras com P
Realmente, no funk tem uns cara que canta bem
Livinho e só underground BR
Os cara não sabem configurar
O lixo de um autotune
Criando Antares
Mas se o assunto for encaixar no tom
Eles entram em pânico
Eles têm preconceito comigo
Só porque eu tô gravando vertente emocional
Tu que tá criticando
Mas sua mina segue o Insta
Pedindo meu pau
Se eu for colar no seu bloco atirando
Já fique sabendo
Não vou dar sinal
Não fujo, não sou de um gang
Mas se eu colar do seu lado
Você passa mal
Tá se achando a rica blogueirinha
Com iPhone 13 na mão
Se não fosse esse lixo Deus
A sua moral já tava no meu chão
Não preciso provar nada pra ninguém
Porque eu tô juntinho dos meus irmãos
Se você vir de covardia no bando
Meus mano arranca sua mão
Pode crer, hoje em dia eu consigo
Antigamente, não dava
Hoje em dia, realmente eu não ligo
Esses cara critica meu som
Meu mano, nunca te liguei
Andando suave na rua da escola
Eles me chamam zoando
Falando que é gay
É que ontem à noite
Ela cortou o braço com dó
Por isso que eu não chorei
Ela terminou o namoro
Depois foi correndo pra vó
Dizendo que eu que errei
Os artista de drill hoje em dia
Só andam estragando as suas carreiras com P
Realmente, no funk tem uns cara que canta bem
Livinho e só underground BR
Os cara não sabem configurar
O lixo de um autotune
Criando Antares
Se o assunto for encaixar no tom
Eles entram em pânico
Eles têm preconceito comigo
Só porque eu tô gravando vertente emocional
Tu que tá criticando
Mas sua mina segue o Insta
Pedindo meu pau
Se eu for colar no seu bloco atirando
Já fique sabendo
Não vou dar sinal
Não fujo, não sou de um gang
Mas se eu colar do seu lado
Você passa mal
English translation
I really don't care
These guys criticize my sound
My bro, I never cared about you
Walking smoothly on the school street
They call me a joke
Saying I'm gay
It's because last night
She cut her arm out of pity
That's why I didn't cry
She broke up with her boyfriend
Then ran to her grandma
Saying I was the one who messed up
The drill artists nowadays
Are just ruining their careers with "P" (likely refers to promiscuity or a specific negative behavior)
Really, in funk there are some guys who sing well
Livinho and just underground BR
These guys don't know how to configure
The garbage of autotune
Creating Antares (a specific autotune effect)
But if the subject is fitting the tone
They panic
They are prejudiced against me
Just because I'm recording emotional branches (genre)
You are the one criticizing
But your girl follows my Insta
Asking for my cock
If I go to your block shooting
Just know
I won't give a signal
I don't run, I'm not from a gang
But if I get by your side
You'll get sick
You think you're the rich little blogger
With an iPhone 13 in your hand
If it weren't for this garbage God
Your dignity would already be on my floor
I don't need to prove anything to anyone
Because I'm with my brothers
If you come with cowardice to the group
My brothers will rip off your hand
Believe it, nowadays I can
Before, I couldn't
Nowadays, I really don't care
These guys criticize my sound
My bro, I never cared about you
Walking smoothly on the school street
They call me a joke
Saying I'm gay
It's because last night
She cut her arm out of pity
That's why I didn't cry
She broke up with her boyfriend
Then ran to her grandma
Saying I was the one who messed up
The drill artists nowadays
Are just ruining their careers with "P"
Really, in funk there are some guys who sing well
Livinho and just underground BR
These guys don't know how to configure
The garbage of autotune
Creating Antares
If the subject is fitting the tone
They panic
They are prejudiced against me
Just because I'm recording emotional branches
You are the one criticizing
But your girl follows my Insta
Asking for my cock
If I go to your block shooting
Just know
I won't give a signal
I don't run, I'm not from a gang
But if I get by your side
You'll get sick