Bullet Proof Chakras (feat. Tha God Fahim)

Square off with an outlaw, 22 snub holding
Blowing your flesh open
Knowing your death closes
I’m natural gang leaf rolling
Riding my whip, like it’s stolen
Clogging up lanes, my own lane
Pockets are swollen up like sprained ankles
Choke you out like Kurt Angle
I'm with a mistress she looks like Charlie Angels
She feeds me luxury mangos
She likes to play the devils music while we tango
007 golden guns, in search of frozen sun
Shining with ice, I’m the chosen one
Hold my gun for all the betrayal
And all the ones that want me to fail
Caught the dragon and snipped the end of its tail

It’s true that we carry conceal
End life cycles when they start to reveal
Last meal, disciples at the table discussing business
Menace, I hold the mic and push it to its limits
Grey clouds to signify rain, joy, and pain
Don’t know me, don’t speak on my name
Even the pros. feels like practice
My teams blowing up like an Intext mattress, factious

It’s a cold world, cold as Antartica
Negativity the only way the game markets ya’
You actin’ I have a part for ya'
You need love, but nobody has a heart for ya’
It’s tripped out on that side
The grass is not green and the sun don’t rise
It’s always dark, and only killers hang out at the park
Unless they fiending out, pushing a cart

I’m a youngin’ with old school ways
Never been a slave for work, I gotta get paid
I’m about conversation, manifesting blessings patiently waiting
Beware of those people who watch what you making
They may have ways of envy
Been me and my niggas, got ways with semi’s
I’m like the God of rap, and the God of you getting smacked
Every song is literally crack