I'm on top of the cream of the crop, Lifted my mind, left the block in a drop, She call me pop, I call her ma, Mamma cit

I'm on top of the cream of the crop, Lifted my mind, left the block in a drop, She call me pop, I call her ma, Mamma cita vibes, we raising the bar. Late nights, city lights, we cruising slow, Counting racks while the cool breeze blow, Pappi Chula, yeah, that’s my style, Got the world in my palms, I’m here for a while. Dreams in my pocket, hustle on repeat, Every step I take, feel the rhythm in the beat, Got my crew by my side, we never miss, Living life large, can’t resist this bliss. Mamma cita, hold tight, I’ll be right back, Chasing dreams, stacking green, feel the impact, Elevated mindset, watch me rise, From the block to the top, we touch the skies.