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tha god fahim & nicholas craven - dear friend كلمات الأغنية

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[verse 1: tha god fahim]
it’s the six_ring champ, i might as well just keep it candid
i pull shots and make off just like a bandit
i pop off, they get lost and end up stranded
i rock nikes and rock mics, you know the canvas
miami nights, i squeeze and lemons drop
it’s the shot clock king, i put points up, say, “bismillah”
the poverty bothers me, so i keep the work pushin’
like a chef in the kitchen, i be always cookin’
don’t try to show muscle and get flexed on, i flex arms
got you walkin’ through the city with the sweat palms
check the pedigree, the legend be _ i’m heavenly
my rhyme past swole likе triple h and booker t
ballistics
just like a couplе blunts, you got me twisted
if any man alive is on my level of linguistics
karate chop the block with my spontaneous traditions
i drop another tape, it’s like a holiday in my dimension

[verse 2: your old droog]

- tha god fahim nicholas craven

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