[Verse 1: Big Cheeko]
Light the weed, gotta aim for the stars
When you fuckin' with the God, you better sharpen your bars
N***as rap, but they ain't fuckin' with ours
Words move like a bird when they surfin' the clouds
Went from stretchin' sevens in the back of the whip
To a n***a blowin' Os while I'm crackin' a zip
Only dimes get to smoke with the clique
Watch you n***as get to chokin' when I roll up and I light with your bitch
Never sell my soul, wanna see it get old
Never chase a hoe, rather see who she chose
Never choose blind when thеy offerin' gold
End up with the short straw when you stuck in thе mold
Me and Fahim put the stamp on the game
N***a wipe you out the streets, 'cause they scared of your name
Soul God 'til it's over, gettin' rid of you lames
I'm gettin' rid of you lames, yeah

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
My pen is a almighty and unique weapon
My devotion to the craft second to no other
Triple my numbers from last summer, new numbers
Newcomers lack the experience to trade
N***as so fraudulent this day and age
Restore the essence every time I lay a page
Make my mark permanent - that's how I'm servin' it
Listen more than I talk, I'm just observin' it
Knowledge, I'm absorbin' it, straight from its origins
It's mandatory to focus on what's important
I won't accept a deal if I feel shortened
I won't accept a deal if I feel shortened
The rumblin' of the automatic sound like a storm brewin'
That's just the calm before it comes, there's way more to it
My path of slaughter spans way beyond waters
Never seen anything like the horror I present
Or slayings I commit; fresh money got a scent
My muzzle on the money off the strength
Or slayings I commit; fresh money got a scent
My muzzle on the money off the strength