Untouchable

[Verse 1, Sir Michael Rocks]
New Year’s Eve 2013, I’m in Miami Dade jail
What a way to start the year, but let me tell you why
We hopped out on Collins ‘bout to hit the party
‘bout 11:30, me, [?] and shorty
Fats, John and [?], Big Slug was with us
So we shouldn’t have no problems with no other n*ggas but
See Skulls was tied into some other beef
Next thing I seen my n*ggas swinging
I hopped off the curb and then I rushed ‘em
It was three on two and then three on three and now we even
Then some mo’ n*ggas came and now they leaving
Yeah they tried to run and wasn’t quick enough
And this the part where the story start picking up
And then my girl grabbing me, tryna hold me
I’m like, “Let go of my jacket”
Soon as I snatch away, a n*gga swung and missed
And then tripped and fell and then pushed the girl
She hit the floor so damn fast, tried to catch up but I couldn’t
So I got mad, then I gave her the places like [?]
Make sure she alright ‘cause I don’t come back tonight
Chased him up in the club [?]
SK was with me and he was throwing them bottles
Man I, grabbed the cash register off the front desk
And swung that sh*t like I couldn’t miss, what a f*ckin' mess
Snapped out of my rage and then I ran out the front door
The bike cops pulled up with the taser and said, “Ay boy, what you think you runnin’ fo’, ah?”

[Verse 2, Astro]
Young n*gga Stro steady working through BK
Instrumentals on the phone, I just let the beat play
Looking at the scene ray mid-day, sh*t is amazing
The beauty city streets be making
Make it a right, hit the bodega
Spot Aki, aiyo let me get a
Sandwich, chips, got it, then
Head near J street where the kids stay deep
Like 6 o’clock, I’m by the train station
Sandwich done but I still smell bacon
Huh, I turn around, see a gang of cops
I relocate, I ain’t tryna be stopped
They got me paranoid when I’m walking the streets
I turn around, two of them following me
One black, one white, one male, one chick
I look straight forward then I hear click
I look back, one reaching for they hip
Hand on his Glock, sh*t, this is it
I ain’t do nothing but try to get home
But that’s a reason to kill, for this they known
Turn back around anticipating the action
White cop put his gun back start laughing
Walked away, I coulda got smoked, but I guess my life just a inside joke

[Refrain, Astro]
Damn, sh*t gettin’ crazy these days
KKK just stuck in they ways
Gun bash catch bodies by the hour
PD running off external power

Damn, sh*t gettin’ crazy these days
KKK just stuck in they ways
Gun bash catch bodies by the hour
PD running off external power

[Verse 3, SkyBlew]
From foster homes to what you thought was home
Fighting dark with light, we goin’ off and on, I gone
To a state of mind, that most of them never been
Heard life is a gamble, thought we'd never win
A role model but I can’t say I never sinned
Like a message in a draft, now I’m tryna outbox death
Dreams and these clouds only things I got left uh
I done been through the storm no poncho
These fake leaders tryna be the head honcho
God said I wanna launch your career
But you gotta send this message in amidst to your peers
I made the cliffs disappear like we missing the Huxtable
Now I’m on this cloud feeling untouchable

Now I’m on this cloud feeling untouchable
Now I’m on this cloud feeling untouchable

[Verse 4, El Prez]
Untouchable, untouchable
Haters scared to even f*ck with you
Girls say they in love with you
They’ll f*ck the crew to get in touch with you
Crowds rush just to touch the dude
On they knees just to kiss the shoes
Kiss the ring ‘cause they heard the news
That I grind in the streets ’til my heels bruise
I cruise never, I’m a go-getter
With a 'Lo sweater for the cool weather
With a young Coretta down with whatever
Been a terror since the era of police in LeBarons
Used to roll with my pops in a Porsche Carrera
Bumping Mike Jack man in the mirror
Ran through upper and lower Ladera
Had a light skinned chick looked just like Farrah
Eat Italian pasta with the french fries
Colombians for the neckties
Born and bred on that Westside
Screaming like Pac with my chest high
There’s no I in team but there’s a I in G
Add a K in front and that I be me
From a boy to a man to an i-n-c
Yeah the verse is paid for but the game is free. Prez

[Chorus, Clay James]
I let the haters hate, but we gon’ still ball
I ain’t worried ‘bout it, got n*ggas on call
I’m coming up, so they praying on my downfall
But they can’t keep a real player down