LYRICS GAME

(Thin 'stache, hair razor-sharp

Laid out in Manguinho, DJ Chris Beats

Ret)

Fresh shades, brand-new car

Summer's coming, Rio's on fire

I'm with her in the Audi roaring

With time we're only getting better

The crew's not bad at all

My faction is family, bros always good

What matters is we're feeling proud

I'm profiting all day riding the wave

Inside the ashtray, a thousand roaches

In the dark every light offends

Ten years of mastery

If the squad is mine, who's against?

We can take a spin on a yacht

I like it when she scratches me

So far nobody reaches

From the fade cut to the thin 'stache

She's teasing me, winding it for me

From the fade cut to the thin 'stache

I've been in this for years, nowhere near the end

Gold chain matching the seat

Flamengo jersey ain't a shirt, it's a cloak

She asks how I profit so much

Like a player, I stand out on the field

Like wine, I get better with time

Where I'm from, we don't waste time

Here we don't embrace f*ck-ups

And if you don't back the talk, you get made an example

If I'm not around, she feels me

Through the sound, L7's like wind

Your friend sends me a message

But I don't want her, so gorgeous, just you

Hair razor-sharp and my name on the map

If I'm not in América gear, I rock the Jaca one

Chris is from Manguinho, bro, I'm from Barata

Ret from Catete, Glória and Lapa

From the fade cut to the thin 'stache

She's teasing me, winding it for me

From the fade cut to the thin 'stache

I've been in this for years, nowhere near the end