Tha God Fahim
Grope Records/Duppy Media
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[Intro]

[Verse 1]

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
You n***as like shit, a lotta flies 'round you
Actin’ like a bitch, a lotta guys 'round you
I sell rap like crack (uh huh)
Movin’ through the city (vroom)
While you the biggest fan of Hello Kitty
Sagacious, prolific
Tremendous in spirit
In a room with smoke, I spit rhymes to clear it (huh)
Every step is a closer one to success (Let’s go!)
But every step is a closer one to death
It waits for no man
Let’s get money that’s the program (yup)
I can’t entertain low numbers
'Cause a life of poverty is like a slow slumber
And I’d rather die rich under gold covers
Your life’s a bitch and mine's a motherfucker
And I don’t act shit like them other suckas
So cut me a check (Woo!)
Take a spin in the Lex
Throw some ice on my neck
Keep the submachine close 'cause if not I’ll regret
Bastard
The fuck these n***as talking ‘bout n***a?
Y’all know how this shit go
Get your fucking food ate n***a
Menu 3