Chest Heavy
Tefoffline
[Verse]
Got the touch of God, hand of God going over heads
My pen, most lethal weapon I ain't leaving they dead
Fuck it, going hard
They taking heed of what i said
Shit is in my blood, now im boutta paint the city red
In my bag, last year had a couple clashes with the past
Now the pace is rather fast
180 on the dash
Running to my dreams hope I wake in first class
And I be reaching places never thought id reach now
My music hitting states but i be in the deep south
Perfecting a new craft, new flow, get bands
Trynna move quick forgetting life is a slow dance