LYRICS GAME

(Total respect, another year going by

Thank God we're healthy, you feel me?

Lots of unity in the hood, money in our pockets

No misery, it's us

Let's toast to today

'Cause tomorrow belongs only to God, life is crazy)

Lemme tell ya

Everything, everything, everything passes, it's all a phase, brother

Soon we'll blow up in the big world

With an elite chain, 18-karat

Then put a Breitling on the wrist

How about it? Cool?

With Bausch & Lomb shades, white-and-burgundy cap

Champagne in the air to open up our paths

The devil is poor, I hate showing off

You can laugh, laugh, but don't doubt it

It's just a matter of time till the suffering ends

A toast to the warriors, sorry, small-minded crowd

Worms who only weigh the Earth down

Take your eyes off

Take your eyes off, stay away from me

I sleep ready for war

And I wasn't like this, I feel hate

And I know what's bad for me

What can I do if it's like that?

Hard-core crazy life

The smell is gunpowder, and I prefer roses

And me, and me who always wanted a place

Grassy and clean, green like the sea

White fences, a rubber tree with a swing

Flying kites, surrounded by kids

How, how Brown

Wake up, good blood

This is Capão Redondo, bro

No Pokémon

South Side is the opposite, stress concentrated

A wounded heart per square meter

How much longer can I hold on

Worse, I've seen my good side in the ICU

My angel of pardon was good but it's weak

Blame the filthy, the dull spirit

I wanted to have, to test and see

A bundle, with glory, fame

Wrapped in a package

If that's what you want, come get it

Throw it in a river of sh*t and watch many jump

Money is

In a favela kid's hand, swallowed quick

In the crisis, many ninety-rock sellers crumble

I'm gonna play to win

My money comes and goes

Still, whoever has it, has it

I don't eye anyone's

Whatever has to be will be mine

It's written in the stars

Go complain to God

Picture us in an Audi or a Citroën

Going here, going there

Just bam, back and forth

In Capão, in Apurá, I'll drop by

At the São Bento quarry

At Fundão, at Friday's skate

With sunroof, the moon shining in

Listening to Cassiano, ha

The cops can't take it

Yeah, but if it doesn't work out, dude

So what

The important thing is we're here

Together next year

The path to happiness still exists

It's a narrow trail

In the middle of a sad jungle

How much would you pay to see your mom right now

And never again see your kid walk away

Give the house, give the car

A Glock and an FAL

Climb blind on your knees

One thousand and one hundred steps

A believer is hardcore

That's what the warrior says

The prosecutor is just a man, God is the judge

While the little crowd stoned the cross

And the scumbag in uniform spat on Jesus, oh

At forty-five of the second half, repentant

Saved and forgiven

It's Dimas the bandit

This thing is crazy

Gives chills on the spot, oh

Dimas, first crazy life in history

I say: 'Glory, glory'

I know God is here

And only who is

Only who is will feel it

And my warriors of faith

I wanna hear, wanna hear

And my warriors of faith

Wanna hear, brother

We're programmed to die

Right is right, believe in whatever comes, alright?

It's not about luxury

It's not about color

It's that abundance cheers the sufferer

It's not about status, dude

That's the idea

Misery brings sadness and vice versa

Unconsciously it floods my whole mind

In the sneaker store the partner's happy look

Of being able to buy the blue one, the red one

The counter, the mirror

The stock, the model, doesn't matter

Money is and opens the doors

Of the sandcastles you want

Black and money are rival words, yeah

So show them how it's done

Your funeral was dramatic like an old blues

But stylish, forgive me, gangster style

Time to think, wanna quit

What d'you want?

Live short like a king or long like a nobody?

Sometimes I think every black like me

Just wants a plot in the woods, just his

No luxury, barefoot, swimming in a creek

No hunger, picking fruits off the bunch

Yo homie, that's what I think

I want that too, but in São Paulo

God is a hundred-real bill

Crazy Life!