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[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
What kinda world is we living in?
It's like they wanna spread the germ where we living in
Ain't no real long term for these women friends
Culture vultures wanna make my shit limited
Keep it limited, but nigga we unlimited
It's like they really wanna keep a nigga limited
They really wanna take a nigga privileges
I study in detail down to the finishing
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Ugh, check it
I start my morning with a scroll
I move in steps closer to my goals
If the eyes is the gates to the soul, I gotta see through you
They telling me the people speak through you
Slow down god they weak to you
My man Anubis got the voodoo, a spell caster
The automatic got the shell catchers
For them false faces
Don't forget to touch bases with your loved ones
'Cause we living in apocalypse son
I hang in places where the knowledge will come
Sights is lazy
I never let another man play me
Plant the seed of a demon, still born baby
We can't grow, 'cause we could never get along crazy
Nice is shady
And the days is poisonous
Plus the .40 Cal shots the noisiest, I'm hearing 'em
No bullets with names, kids were fearing 'em
You schooling the youth?
Beware of where you steering 'em
[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
What kinda world is we living in?
It's like they wanna spread the germ where we living in
Ain't no real long term for these women friends
Culture vultures wanna make my shit limited
Keep it limited, but nigga we unlimited
It's like they really wanna keep a nigga limited
They really wanna take a nigga privileges
I study in detail down to the finishing
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Ugh, check it
I start my morning with a scroll
I move in steps closer to my goals
If the eyes is the gates to the soul, I gotta see through you
They telling me the people speak through you
Slow down god they weak to you
My man Anubis got the voodoo, a spell caster
The automatic got the shell catchers
For them false faces
Don't forget to touch bases with your loved ones
'Cause we living in apocalypse son
I hang in places where the knowledge will come
Sights is lazy
I never let another man play me
Plant the seed of a demon, still born baby
We can't grow, 'cause we could never get along crazy
Nice is shady
And the days is poisonous
Plus the .40 Cal shots the noisiest, I'm hearing 'em
No bullets with names, kids were fearing 'em
You schooling the youth?
Beware of where you steering 'em
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