Camisa Branca

Oh, oh, oh
Dope Music
For us and by us
(This shit's going)

Dope Music
I'm gonna take this all the way to the end

No stains on the white shirt
That's how I roll in
Cocaine pure, no cuts on the table
That's how I press in
I owe nothing, I fear nothing
Always on guard with the gangsters
No visits at the crib with my inmates

That’s a heavy entrance
Even with extra obstacles
It was with the master key, either on the line or in
It was like a star, with sauce and spice
Iron to the head of the iron-headed orchestra

Pure water
Spit from the Portuguese tongue
Tough crew, all trained by the Yakuza
And now they accuse me of being El Chapo
From the Narco, I traffic all my lines on stage

Test your patience but don’t test your faith
Because even André knows that if by chance
One of them gets caught, the first to eat it is the sound engineer
It’s to end the mixes, nigga

Oh, oh, oh
No angels or demons can stop us
And it’s with the power of hate that this shit's going
Mom, tell Dad
That I'm gonna take this all the way to the end

In the dirty game with the white shirt
I came to kill, the scent is a sniper
One eye on the gypsy and the other on the black
Because salt and sugar look the same

I drown in absences, empty myself of excess
It’s the process of progress for each more complex verse
Not even with an ankle monitor
I only stop when the Supreme Judge bangs the gavel

Two bathrooms in the same room
Extravagance of the wild beast
Success is the itch of the Force
If Dope didn’t pay me, I’d break the contract
Fast

In Myriad, you see the buildings
My aim is on the Douro
When I spit, my mouth is dirty but all covered in gold
Your excellency, president, I live in the White House
Even last night's stew we keep in the white chest
Motherfu-

Oh, oh, oh
No angels or demons can stop us
And it’s with the power of hate that this shit's going
Mom, tell Dad
That I'm gonna take this all the way to the end

Listen, kid, hey
Listen, kid, hey
No stains
No drama
Listen, kid, hey
My life ain't a story
It was God who
I'm a OG
Dong G, NGA, Rahiz

Oh, oh, oh
No angels or demons can stop us
And it’s with the power of hate that this shit's going
Mom, tell Dad
That I'm gonna take.