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[intro: tha god fahim]
i guess it was f_cked up, you know what i’m sayin’?
like a lot of sh_t out here is f_cked up, man, y’nah’mean?
a n_gga disrespect and get f_cked up, man, y’know what i’m sayin’?
straight up, n_gga
i’m on some gangsta sh_t, n_gga
straight up with this rap sh_t, n_gga, gangsta rap, n_gga
f_ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n_gga? smack the f_ck out you, n_gga
that’s how the god do

[verse 1: tha god fahim & kungg fuu]
i’m from a place where n_ggas 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_ggas 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 motherf_ckin’ kidney rip
f_ckin’ with this skinny b_tch, her brain so idiot
it’s like that, this forty_five’ll jack your motherf_ckin’ height back
you ain’t gon’ like that, now beg for your f_ckin’ life back (yeah)
i give sight back to the blind (f_ck n_gga)
f_ck time, full crime (huh?), you talk sh_t
and i’ma crack your motherf_ckin’ spine (yeah, yeah)
f_ck 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 f_ckin’ closest
still learnin’ from my past, add to the stash
stack cash, you never know if this game’ll last
my n_gga locked up in the feds, couple of dead
real sh_t, that’s why a n_gga 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 l!ck, it’s kinda hard resistin’ temptation
i’m a glorious historian, notorious
like i’m ready to die, y’all rap n_ggas 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_gga, strap don’t jam
i’ma slaughter these n_ggas 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’ sh_t if they ain’t taxin’ it
yo, it’s kungg fuu, give a f_ck what a b_tch got to say
i’m the god, n_gga, move a f_ckin’ b_tch 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_ggas get the heat treatment
beast four_five, feast time
you throwin’ rocks and hidin’ your hands
so f_ck a peace sign, n_gga
[outro: kungg fuu]
yeah
lemme chill, bruh

- tha god fahim

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