CAMPO MINADO (feat. Racovi, Bren e Raflow)

Dawn falling outside
I'll never leave my bro alone
Regardless of the hour
I keep making money and the bills multiplying
In my crew, I'm the golden stripe
Mess with me and you'll find trouble
I've never followed others' lead
I know all this will be worth it
Cold mind and a shielded heart
Two Glocks with extended clips
You took the wrong path
The German got caught
On the corner, this mouth sells
Keep an eye out for warrants
In the jungle, it's the lion that wins (no stress)
And every step is calculated

Watch where you step
This shit is a minefield
I grew up on the corners
Without recognizing warrants
Sometimes those who are by your side conspire
I don't mix with them, they're fake
I never forced sympathy
But I've always been up for a chat
I carry the company's name
I represent every corner
Calm down, I'm not rich yet, but I'll die trying
I do it for my family
I do it for all the guys
Those who sustained the war
Won't suffer abandonment
Respected everywhere in the favela
23, lion's crew and his gang

On the straight of the track there's a 30-round clip
Bullet in the chamber ready to shoot
My vision complicates you, it messes up your life
I'm not a samba singer and I make you dance
Come to the border since you doubt
Thundering is the palala
23 is the number, the company's acronym
The most expensive soldier, my name is there
Even when it was all just the beginning
Even when no one believed
They doubted it was impossible
What I could do, where I could go
Every time I saw myself alone
Without seeing, I felt God was there
He takes care of my back
My AK makes my security
I don't yield, I don't talk to fake friends
Whore's love doesn't warn me
Without feeling, there's no commitment
The pains of life made me cold
There's so much evil I see in this
Shooting star, my dream requested
Victory in war for all my crew
On the scale of glory, we carry it undefeated

And the square is closed
Everything is mined
We ran barefoot
Everyone is shouting: 23 is the most expensive train
Did you hear the silence?
It's the aim of the guys trying to catch you
With the burst that cuts the wind
This beat hitting and me unlocking
Shouting, I'm the newest kid
Dance for the kids, I calculate this goal
Go have fun, you just shrug
This girl searches on Insta
Wanting to know the guy's territory
I'm not the best, but I'm among them
Died by the mouth, you're like a fish
And they say I never hit
Only with the 212 I retired several of them
And fuck the haters
A lot of bullets for the fakes
We do tricks, sheik of the women
I'm for the kids, with American cut, Nike and Kenner
And I traded my Evoque for a black Velar
On the corner of the mouth there's a wooden AK
But I just want to be happy
Walk peacefully in the favela where I was born