[Chorus: Kungg Fuu]
Gettin' green on the move to some mo' shit
In my life, I had to hustle to grow shit
Know why? I'm on the grind for some mo' shit
No lie, I'm on the grind for some mo' shit
Gettin' green on the move for some mo' shit
In my life, I had to hustle to grow shit
Know why? I'm on the grind for some mo' shit
No lie, I'm on the grind for some mo' shit

[Verse 1: Kungg Fuu]
I'm a master like Shaolin, I'll devour any coward
Dough pilin', peep game from ancient warriors
My territory is glorious; African warriors
I'll make you come out to play like Warriors (Uh)
Achievement in every human endeavor, victorious
I'm gettin' to more cake off this rap shit
The flip master in full effect, break your neck
Like Stone Cold, or catch a roundhouse
While you drinkin' a stone-cold Colt 45
Still sleep with a four-five, by my side, an AK
Let these bullets sprout in you like [?]
I was born a renegade, learned not to be afraid at a young age
Devil killer, soul ripper, pole lifter, dome splitter
No, I want some mo', n***a
I'm at the range, craftin' my aim
Release pain when I'm blowin' the dank
Dump shit, and countin' the pay (Yeah, yeah, uh)
[Chorus: Kungg Fuu & Tha God Fahim]
Gettin' green on the move to some mo' shit
In my life, I had to hustle to grow shit
Know why? I'm on the grind for some mo' shit
No lie, I'm on the grind for some mo' shit
Gettin' green on the move to some mo' shit
In my life, I had to hustle to grow shit
Know why? I'm on the grind for some mo' shit (Uh)
No lie, I'm on the grind for some mo' shit (Check it, uh)

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I got people comin' up to me, askin' me questions
That's a blessing, 'cause I came a long way
Used to get illegal pay, a lot of traffic where I stay
Now I'm like the new Dr. Dre
The younger ones is lookin' up to me now
I gotta set a good example, even when my statements are foul
'Cause I care a lot about my peoples' condition
Go to war with the system
We all got rights, whether Jewish, Moor, or Christian
Lord, I'm missin' parts of my soul
Infinitely sit and reminisce, and as I stroll, behold
Finessin' with the mic in my hand
I expand while bringin' exposure to land
I'm intercontinental—sniper aim and hit you
Bullets follow up even when my n***as miss you, motherfucker
Dump Gawd
[Outro: Tha God Fahim]
Rule number three—it's really like number one to me
This is the motherfuckin'—I wanna say the most important rule
Motherfuckin' Breadrick Douglas, baby
Rule number motherfuckin' three—that's like number one to me—gettin' to that motherfuckin' yaka! You feel me?
That yaka is that cake
N***a gettin' to that motherfuckin' cream? That's that yaka
Everytime you get that yaka in your account, you say, "Yaka!"
Everytime you count that money, you be like, "Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka!"
Gettin' to that motherfuckin' yaka is a beautiful thing, baby
That is rule number three—that's like number one to me!
Gettin' to that motherfuckin' yaka, baby
Yaka, yaka! Yaka, yaka, yaka!