[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Uh, I don't care what you got to say about me, man
Fuck these n***as, man, y'know
Uh, check it
I don't want nothin' to do with these n***as
Yo, uh
Check it;

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I got people takin' trips just to see me
I got people supportin' me, coppin' my CD
I remember when I used to roam the city, giving freebies
Tryna get the word heard, sometimes I wish I had a genie
So I could wish all these demons to free me
Can't turn my back on my people, they need me
Can't skip a beat, no influence from TV
I let the ink bleed 'cause this life isn't easy
I had to get my concentration back
I had to speak to conspicuous fact
Had to relax, reach my peak, a n***a gotta slay tracks
Every rhyme is like a battle with MACs
With no plaques, I spit it pure as aloe vera plants
Bitches shake they ass, askin' me to dance
Pullin' on my plans, got the dick strong like Lance
But beware of the Glock in my pants
It's no safety, can't no rap n***a replace me
Been bankin' off of Bandcamp funds, my n***as lace me
My people look out for me
They believe in me—I'm killing MCs like Kenny
[Chorus: Juju Gotti + Tha God Fahim]
We thuggin' all across the world
We thuggin' all across the world
We thuggin' all across the world
All across the world

We thuggin' all across the world
We thuggin' all across the world
All across the world
Uh

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
If you don't like my shit, then don't play it
If you respect this art, I'm grateful you can pay it
Play it, if you don't got the money, then save it
But it's always ways to get it
Step in my way, part ways or I blaze ya fitted
I'm blazin' haze with my n***as that lit it
Remember days not livin'—hungry like gremlins
Stomach rumblin', thinkin' of killin's
The streets are blood-spillin'—need healin', throw me four million
Police botherin' me at the mall when I'm chillin'
When I was at school, in halls I was drug dealin'
Tryna get some pride just to get a little feelin'
Pop's house had the .22s in the ceilin'
Moms kicked me out 'cause I was really illin'
Time's runnin' out, it's a bill due
No whoopties, cold winds'll chill you
Searching' for a texture, right before I make it in the shelter
These 4-5s will melt ya
Hoppin' out a bucket—the '94 Honda wasn't perfect
Treat it like it's worthless—they shootin' up the funerals
And churches, fuckin' up the purposes, cold world
Seen plenty n***as die fuckin' with old girls
I keep the rhyme going, the hourglass is a
Slow swirl, it runs out fast in the same earl
[Outro: Juju Gotti]
All across the world
All across the world