[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
I guess it was fucked up, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like a lot of shit out here is fucked up, man, y'nah'mean?
A n***a disrespect and get fucked up, man, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Straight up, n***a
I'm on some gangsta shit, n***a
Straight up with this rap shit, n***a, gangsta rap, n***a
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, n***a? Smack the fuck out you, n***a
That's how the God do

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim & Kungg Fuu]
I'm from a place where n***as bust off
I bust the pack down, lay the track down
This young man can't put his MAC down
I never back down, these n***as actin' like they Shaq now
'Til I get aggressive and pop off, now you a rat now
See, I'm your nemesis: disrespect your whole family lineage
Let the semi spit, I hope your motherfuckin' kidney rip
Fuckin' with this skinny bitch, her brain so idiot
It's like that, this forty-five'll jack your motherfuckin' height back
You ain't gon' like that, now beg for your fuckin' life back (Yeah)
I give sight back to the blind (Fuck n***a)
Fuck time, full crime (Huh?), you talk shit
And I'ma crack your motherfuckin' spine (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck a rhyme
[Verse 2: Kungg Fuu]
These fake rappers doin' extra
Make me a cap, flip it back
I grab my strap when I'm under pressure
Wake up, stayin' focused, money's the motive
Watch for the jokers and be careful who you let the fuckin' closest
Still learnin' from my past, add to the stash
Stack cash, you never know if this game'll last
My n***a locked up in the feds, couple of dead
Real shit, that's why a n***a keep one in the head
'Cause these devils is tryna take us
Lord forsake 'em, controlled by paper, livin' trife
Only God can save us
Brother was broke, used to hate it
Avoidin' the tasers and probation
Court cases a Black man facin'
When you hungry, hard to be patient
Ready to grab the K, hit a lick, it's kinda hard resistin' temptation
I'm a glorious historian, notorious
Like I'm Ready to Die, y'all rap n***as is fragments who
[?], I'ma finesse then play these suckas like an accordion
I'm a street poet, I flow it like an accordionist
Instead of grippin' my fist, I'll play your beat and start recordin' it
Uh, yeah
I'm a certified pimp n***a, strap don't jam
I'ma slaughter these n***as like prophet Abraham
I'm a symbol of hope on the pursuit of happiness
Like Will Smith bro, yo, don't provoke, uh
Money is the concentrated essence of things we desire
Feel like you helpless when you ain't got it, uh
Heavy immaculate strategies, forty cal, I been packin' it
They don't want you doin' shit if they ain't taxin' it
Yo, it's Kungg Fuu, give a fuck what a bitch got to say
I'm the God, n***a, move a fuckin' bitch out the way
The devil's scared of the melanin, force medicine
In our communities, I'm tired of the coonery
Puppet master, makin' you move precisely
Like almighty, but they just small titles, yo
You know I'm keepin' it real, I tote steel as a Black man
Don't get backhand or clapped, fam
For disrespectin' the God, you get split like a
Open Swish' cigar, on God, thus far
Weak n***as get the heat treatment
Beast four-five, feast time
You throwin' rocks and hidin' your hands
So fuck a peace sign, n***a
[Outro: Kungg Fuu]
Yeah
Lemme chill, bruh