Feeling untouchable like tommy buns in belly when he rolled with nas
Im smoking tree running red lights
The package is air tight
Straight from Medellín
Is how we do our thing
My colombian chick phattest ass that u seen
Warhol paintings armor of GOD to [C7]kill satan
Chip of the old block like [F]a mason
Put the coke in the mason
Jar then its ɾocked up
Bag up hit the stɾip hard
Till u outta work
That'll work
Repeat the process
Move your mom out the projects
Stack enough doe when u seeing success
With this flow u just know im the best
The work sells itself no need to [C7]finesse
Sincere from belly vibes
Contemplating life while im getting high
Moving ɾocks like [F]Rey in the last jedi
The ɾolls ɾoyce is cornish
Interior the blood of christ seats
Matching the ɾed bottoms thats on [C7]my [A]feet
No soul selling hustling got [Fm7]to [C7]the ɾiches
No more humble pie victory tasting delicious
The names Gage u know whos the shooter
Tho i do pitch work the same color as storm tɾoopers
Stir the pot over the blue flame
Flow turns to [C7]crack every song [Am]is cocaine
Addicted to [C7]songs we composing
Many are called but only few are chosen
In a era where they celebrate the snitch
Call [Em]you [A7a legend if u ɾap and [Bm]u die ɾich
These plants are just hurting the game
Hip hop ɾemains my [A]flows the blue flame
