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[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
A lot of good things gone with the wind
I wanna win, but it's hard in this sin
But then again, I feel blessed with the pen
Kill a demon from within, I'm with the angels once again
A lot of good things gone in the wind
I wanna win, but it's hard in this sin
But then again, I feel blessed with the pen
Kill a demon from within, I'm with the angels once again
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I'm ridin' solo, art with no logo
These cops be robo, killin' niggas for promo
When will this not be accepted?
They do it every day and every week, so it's neglected
I keep a Uzi for protection
I might just flip the switch to fully automatic when it's hectic
Some say I'm steppin' with a deathwish
But I'd give it all up to be free of this oppression
Baby, don't cry - keep your chin up
When you've fallen deep in the sunken place, you gotta get up
Never give up; candidates
Who wants to be a millionaire? Me
So either open the doors or pass me the key
With no degree, my flow can part the seven seas
My need to please and shit on these weak emcees
My enemies, they just watch me gain Gs
Convert the top, roll down the window, feel breeze
I peeped your spot, I got the Glock, with means to pop
The barrel hot, you bleed and rot
I need to stop, but really not, I'm really hot
The cash crop got me targeted by city cops
I count a lot, they'll be harvested by many watts
Before a penny drop, I'll flip you like eggs in the pot
(Tzatatatata! Tzatatatata! Tzatatatatata!)
[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
A lot of good things gone with the wind
I wanna win, but it's hard in this sin
But then again, I feel blessed with the pen
Kill a demon from within, I'm with the angels once again
A lot of good things gone in the wind
I wanna win, but it's hard in this sin
But then again, I feel blessed with the pen
Kill a demon from within, I'm with the angels once again
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I'm ridin' solo, art with no logo
These cops be robo, killin' niggas for promo
When will this not be accepted?
They do it every day and every week, so it's neglected
I keep a Uzi for protection
I might just flip the switch to fully automatic when it's hectic
Some say I'm steppin' with a deathwish
But I'd give it all up to be free of this oppression
Baby, don't cry - keep your chin up
When you've fallen deep in the sunken place, you gotta get up
Never give up; candidates
Who wants to be a millionaire? Me
So either open the doors or pass me the key
With no degree, my flow can part the seven seas
My need to please and shit on these weak emcees
My enemies, they just watch me gain Gs
Convert the top, roll down the window, feel breeze
I peeped your spot, I got the Glock, with means to pop
The barrel hot, you bleed and rot
I need to stop, but really not, I'm really hot
The cash crop got me targeted by city cops
I count a lot, they'll be harvested by many watts
Before a penny drop, I'll flip you like eggs in the pot
(Tzatatatata! Tzatatatata! Tzatatatatata!)
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