Nicholas Craven
Blades N Heaven
[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Yeah
N***as make me motherfuckin' sick
Sick to my stomach and shit
Fuckin' up my appetite, make a n***a not even wanna eat nothin'
Fuckin' disgusting, man
Shame on you motherfuckers
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Silver samurai blade to the heavens
Mansa Musa grind, you'll never catch the God beggin'
Gettin' rich, rollin' sevens
Where's your heart, no Kevin?
Carry a cowboy gun, street legend
When I die, bury me with weed and shells
And tell my motherfuckin' enemies to see me in hell
I'm close to the rail, never leavin' a trail
'Cause DeKalb County police is lookin' for cells
I watch my back in this tundra, a product of gunshots and thunder
Me and my n***as like to bust shots in numbers
Strapped like Max Payne video game
Gats chop your brains, see the particles hang
[Verse 2: Kungg Fuu]
It's a man down, make your team stand down
You n***as drag queens, can't fuck with me, you n***as foul
I'm steppin' out clean like I had a stylist
Always cookin' up heat like enchiladas
Don't make me turn you into an example
Twelve gauge'll clamp you, have you fallin' over, dismantled
Like dominoes, pull up, drop off like Domino's
Smart n***a like I made honor roll
Silver samurai blade to the heaven
Born hustler, puttin' in work like a veteran
If you ain't with us, then you hit the exit