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[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
And n***a I do numbers
Raise my balance I'm nothing like you newcomers and even others
Drug fathers and evil mothers
Bred out the clouds from the thunder
Either be the hunted or be the hunter
Surgical gloves, holding the snub
I keep my back against the wall just cause I know it’s no love
Here comes the flood
I’m made of Byzantine links and you soft like drinks
No you soft like minx, no you soft like pink
I stalk the shadows right before I eliminate your mind
Ole faithful .357, I call the peacemaker
And these n***as is pipsqueak
You couldn’t beat me with a cheat sheet
I rip the track apart, I’m the best without the charts
Been dealing so much, I should be locked for selling art
You just a mark in this town of ghost
My trigger finger do the most
So just imagine having to deal with both
N***a, you toast