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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Rubber grips on all my handguns
Turn on the news, people shooting shit at random
When we was young we use to dream of pushing Phantoms
Hungry as fuck I hear my stomach having tantrums
But I was still kicking shit
Pants sagging and ignorant
I was in this shit manhandling penmanship
Grand handling membership
I ain’t have a car yet, but I had a dealership
Always wanted to be a rich n***a
You see the ice now, I’m stunting on you bitch n***as
I’m living life with no kind of regret
Every line is death so why would you place the wrong bet