Letra de Mark of Buddah - Chief Keef

Alias Artístico: Sosa Otto, Chief Sosa, Keith Cozart, Keith F. Cozart, Keith Farrelle Cozart, Almighty So

INFORMACIÓN DEL SENCILLO:

"Mark of Buddah" es una canción interpretada por Chief Keef, publicada en el álbum Skeletor

Fecha de lanzamiento: 27 de marzo del año 2026. 

Mark of Buddah Lyrics


Ayy

(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

Huh?


Head on a swivel, we got dog food, kibble

Mind your business, put a mark of Buddha on your temple (Huh?)

I feed the bitch pickles, left wrist icicle

Ride through your city with a AR pistol (Doo-doo)

Bitch, how you a dime? Pussy smell like nickels

You a gold digger, my right wrist look like a pack of fuckin' Skittles (Bling)

Yeah, I'm from the hood, I was born in the hood hospital (You hear me?)

Nah, nigga, there's literally a hospital up in the hood (No bap)

Nah, I ain't ask to be no motherfuckin' crook (No)

Nah, I ain't ask to be no motherfuckin' dove (Dove)

Hoes see the doors go up and show me motherfuckin' love (Skrrt, skrrt)

Bought another Lambo' just to kill her outside of the club

Bought a hundred turkey bags and foenem outside with a dub

Saw that broke-ass nigga sittin' his broke ass outside of the club (Club)

I got two fifties on me, bitch, I'm outside with a hun'

Try to help and give me top 'cause a nigga outside with a bun (A bun)

Shit get hectic, yeah, I know, 'cause I was outside with a gun (Gun)

In Chicago, nigga, damn near can't even go out with his son (Son)

I ain't beefin' with you niggas, nigga, I'm beefin' with a pint

I mistaked the hype for a opp and got to shootin' at the hype (And got to shootin' at the hype, burr, and got to shootin' at the hype, And got to shootin' at the hype)

They always told me what you reap, you sow (Burr)

Take it from your nigga and what you keep, you sold (Sold)

On some mob shit, chop your fuckin' pinky off (Off)

Clean my diamonds up until they look like shiny gold (Bling)

Told 'em wash my Forgis 'til them bitches squeaky clean (Clean)

I got big-ass diamonds stickin' out my pinky ring (Ring)

All these vehicles, it's hard for me to keep 'em clean (Clean)

I can't trust a bitch as far as good as she can sing (Sing, no)

I can't wife a bitch that don't know how to cook and clean (No)

Sent the wire for the weed, these ain't no triple beams (Yoom)

I'm in love with money, water, weed, promethazine (Lean)

Where that boy that had nothin' get? That boy get everything (Everything)

Thousand-dollar phone, this bitch better every day

When nothin', bitches call my phone, I just let it ring

I need my eyes clean for all the shit I fuckin' seen (I need my eyes clean)

(For all the shit I fuckin' seen, for all the shit I fuckin' seen, for all the shit I fuckin' seen)

All the shit I fuckin' seen (Fuckin' seen)

(All the shit I fuckin' seen, all the shit I fuckin' seen, all the shit I fuckin' seen, seen)

All the shit I fuckin' seen (Fuckin' seen)

(All the shit I fuckin' seen, all the shit I fuckin' seen)

Pull up on you, drop the mask (Mask), shit look just like Scream, ayy (Just like Scream)

But my son ain't gotta grow up in the fuckin' hood (Hood), 'cause that nigga just like me (Just like me, yeah)

If my lil' cousin wasn't up in the hood doin' fried shit, man, that nigga'd be just like me (Yeah)

Eyes low as hell, I can still see that death is a deeper sleep (Yeah)

Track' came back, new interior, shit look like raspberry tea, yeah (Ah)

Told lil' shorty, only hit the phone if that blackberry sweet (Know she can hit my phone)

Got the Track' done again, I don't even know why, I ain't even drove it up the street (Ain't even drove that bitch)

I'll never fuck a bitch with you, nigga, how the fuck you think you can fuck with me? (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I just bought me a house all cash, lil' nigga, you still fuckin' up your lease (Pussy boy)

I just bought me a truck all cash, nigga, and I bought another whip the other week (Pussy boy)

If I pull out this fuckin' fleet (Grr)

You would think I'm savin' bales how the tires screech (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

White Lamborghini like some bleach (Bleach)

Boy, that shit you in is fuckin' weak (Weak)

Boy, that shit be lookin' super cheap (Huh?)

Rick James, ridin' 'round with a super freak (Huh?)

Up the P, squeeze, now you're sleep

Drench a nigga, you would thought that nigga fell asleep (Drench, drench)

She said, "Mama, Sosa sellin' weed" (Sellin' weed, weed)

Check your eyes, nigga, I can see some jealousy (Jealousy, right)

Pussy think he sneakin' on me, lava melt a creep (Melt a creep)

He ain't make it, nick' ain't long, but he went fast asleep


She said, "Mama, Sosa sellin' weed" (Sellin' weed, weed, sellin' weed)

She said, "Mama, Sosa sellin' weed" (Sellin' weed, weed, sellin' weed)

She said, "Mama, Sosa sellin' weed" (Sellin' weed, weed, sellin' weed)

She said, "Mama, Sosa sellin' weed" (Sellin' weed, weed, sellin' weed)

She said, "Mama, Sosa sellin' weed" (Sellin' weed, weed, sellin' weed)

She said, "Mama, Sosa sellin' weed" (Sellin' weed, weed, sellin' weed)

She said, "Mama, Sosa sellin' weed" (Sellin' weed, weed, sellin' weed)

She said, "Mama, Sosa sellin' weed" (Sellin' weed, weed, sellin' weed)



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¿Quién escribió "Mark of Buddah" de Chief Keef?
Chief Keef


¿Quién produjo "Mark of Buddah" de Chief Keef?
BeatsByTaz


¿Cuándo salió "Mark of Buddah" de Chief Keef?
27 de marzo del año 2026


¿En qué álbum está "Mark of Buddah" de Chief Keef?
Skeletor



Créditos de la canción
Productores: BeatsByTaz
Escritores: Chief Keef
Sello discográfico: 43B

Letra aportada por: Nilmey
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Chief Keef

Mark of Buddah

Alias Artístico: Sosa Otto, Chief Sosa, Keith Cozart, Keith F. Cozart, Keith Farrelle Cozart, Almighty So

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