LYRICS GAME

(Sl*t, wanted to play the crazy

Used my name, the buster bought it

Went to my front door

There freaked everybody out, 3 in the afternoon

And I wasn't even there, check it!

Yeah but, Brown, there're some kinds of women out there, bro

That you can't even talk about

I don't even know who those dudes are, that's what's f*cked

So let's hunt that buster down, done

After who and where? I don't even know him, man

Bro, I owe nothing, fear nothing, gimme my cup and that's that

Yo, bad bandit, what's up, my partner?

Yo, Abraão, all good, bro?

Total solid, Brown, and the hood, brother?

All chill, hey, I heard about your dad

Yeah, sad, bro, my real sympathy, man!

Check it, Brown, my dad died

And they didn't even let me go to my old man's funeral, bro

That's crazy, where were you then?

I was playing ball, man, I flipped out, bro

Did they come tell you?

Yeah, they came tell me, but I'm solid, bro

I'm solid, soon I'll be back in the hood with you

It's hot, the street ain't easy either, feel me, bro?

Some piling enemies, others piling money

There's always one to test your faith, you know

Always another hustle to run, so, man, call

Call us for anything, side by side

Us to the end, right, man?

I'm on it!)

Faith in God 'cause He's fair!

Hey, bro, never forget

On guard, warrior, chin up, bro

Wherever you are, whatever the way

Have faith, 'cause even in the dump a flower blooms

Pray for us, pastor, remember us

In tonight's service, all good, keep it hot

I respect the believers, excuse me here

Big mission, big board, sorry there

I sometimes feel kinda off, insecure

Like a stray mutt, no faith in the future

Someone's coming, who's who, who's my pal

Hand me my moletom-piercing toy!

'Cause the snitches who see me with the bros at the party

Try to look, wanna know, they see nothing on me

'Cause trust is an ungrateful woman

Who kisses you and hugs you, robs you and kills you

Doubt? No way, only like that

If a fly even thinks of landing on me, I stomp it

The snitch yelled loud, wannabe bad boy

Came to my house on a mission, to catch me in the projects

Baggy shirt, who knows

God knows what evil for me, enemy in disguise

Rang the bell, ding, to set up my end

Two armed dudes, yeah, one lighter one fuse

Ready to call my girl to say

That I f*cked his chick if she was there

Lying sl*t, never met her, big fail

Evil spirit! Devil in a skirt

I was never a backstabber and here's the thing

I walk straight for straight, like 10 and 10 is 20

Imagine, fool? If I'm with my son on the couch

Caught slipping unarmed, that'd be it

No guilt, no chance, not even to open my mouth

I'd go like that not knowing, so you see, Crazy Life!

(Yo, Brown, we're in here, but cool, bro, call us, man

No, bro, we'll never bring trouble to you guys

We'll solve it in the street quick too

But hey, relax, and that game at the end of the year you said?

So, bro, cool, end of the year we'll schedule that game

Me, you, Blue, the Racionais guys, everybody, right?

Your visit here is sacred, no punk crosses it, got it?)

But on the street it's not!

Even Jack! There's someone who covers up

Impostor, brake shoe, poses as thug

Envy exists and out of 10, 5 are evil

The mother of the deadly sins is vanity

But if it's to settle, get involved, put my name, I'm in

What can I do if jail is for men?

Big hustler me? Nah, nobody's dumb

If you want war, you'll have it, if you want peace, I want double

But a worm is a worm, that's that

Crawling on the ground, always under the foot

And I say it once, twice, maybe three

On the fourth, checkmate like chess

I'm a rap warrior, always high voltage

One by one, God for us, I'm just passing through

Crazy Life, I ain't got the gift to be a victim

Justice and freedom, the cause is legit

My rap is the chant of the crazy and the romantic, I will

Put a child's smile wherever I go

For the partners I can offer my presence

Maybe even confused, but real and intense

My best Marvin Gaye, Saturday on the freeway

Whatever will be, it's us to the end

Call me, call us, wherever needed

In paradise or on Judgment Day, pastor

And hook me with the brothers, that's my ask

Favela, deep end, immortal in my verses

Crazy Life

(Yo, Brown, it's the pawns, brother!

I'm with the homies, I'm heading to the east side

About 11 I'm already coming back, okay?

All good there, Brown, hey man, I'm hanging up

But send a shout to the dudes in the hood, okay?

To Gil, bro, to Batatão, to Pacheco

To Porquinho, to Xande, to Dé, right?

And on game day the Exaltasamba guys will come

Send a shout to the pinha crew there, okay?

Stay with God, brother)