Dogma

Better than the veterans forged of sick sin, came back from ashes earned from death we akin.

Looking up for dreams but people called me tin foiled, enemy tryna soil my plans but my money come back sevenfold.

Never foil across a penny, pull a Vinny Gorgeous penny, my money high as a Whitney high note.

Smell that Baccarat noted it's a pretty penny, got that bling on, it cost pretty hefty.

I do the heavy lifting until my demise, they be like "Where's God?" my music's the disguise.

On heavenly levels or fire beneath the coals of the beats I spit fire on, get the fire hose my mic the corazón.