Mr. Untouchable
Ain't nobody fuckin' with the
You know I'm unfadeable
That's the reason I'm out on these streets
'Cause I'm a bonafide gangster (gangster)
Hustler (hustler)
I never been a mark ass buster
Haters, how you love that?
(Put that West back on the map)
Nipsey!

Crush 'em out that bullet proof, 740 Levi
Tipped a hundred dollars when the valet grabbed my keys
I'm runnin' through this money like these hundreds is Adidas
They hatin' and I see why, we riders and we fly
You niggas is neither, you know the procedure
Hustle 'til we run out and then count cash and re-up
High 'til we die so it's motherfuck a detox
And the only thing we run is Louis belts through our Levi's
Catch me at the function, hoppin' out dumb thick
All these hoes wanna fuck but all I got is one dick
Ex-bitch, one more chance, "All I need is one Nip"
And all my competition, on some I can't even front shit
You the one and I see what this become
They wavin' their white flag, I'm still bussin' my gun
No surrender no retreat, my nigga I got to eat
And keep thousand dollar sneakers on my feet (Hussle)

Mr. Untouchable
Ain't nobody fuckin' with the
You know I'm unfadeable
That's the reason I'm out on these streets
'Cause I'm a bonafide gangster (gangster)
Hustler (hustler)
I never been a mark ass buster
Haters, how you love that?
(Put that West back on the map)

Uh, listen (Nipsey!)
Cops can't touch a nigga
Never been a sucker nigga
Fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga
All Money, money getter
All I really care about is the women in my kitchen
Foldin' clothes washin' dishes
Got me through those cold Decembers
Told 'em it'd be better days
So that explains the shit I'm into
I kept my word but details is confidential
Not too many niggas have survived the type of shit I been through
And even less is this nice on an instrumental
Minus the pencil just the info
They tell me that it's all a mind game
So I play this shit mental
They see the platinum plates and assume that it's a rental
'Cause his album's yet to drop so, "How he pull up in a Benzo?"
Drop the top, bet the bitch got cropped
Let it blow in the wind amitrole don't stop
Yeah, yeah, the next stop will be the block
Grab a fat stack of weed and then we hopped on a yacht
Yeah

Well, alright y'all
Meet Mr. Untouchable
Blowin' that Bubba Kush out the sunroof
Let it burn like 151 Proof (ew)
They say some fools can and some fools can't
So you wish you can niggas can take this to the bank
Nipsey Hussle and Kokane
Puttin' paint where it ain't (ow)

Mr. Untouchable
Ain't nobody fuckin' with the
You know I'm unfadeable
That's the reason I'm out on these streets
'Cause I'm a bonafide gangster (gangster)
Hustler (hustler)
I never been a mark ass buster
Haters, how you love that?
(Put that West back on the map)
Nipsey!

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Writer(s): Ermias Asghedom, Jerry Long Jr.