
April Breeze Tha God Fahim
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[Chorus]
I sit and think, where did all my friends go?
Guess we all grew apart, don't understand it though
My fore dad didn't have a right to bear arms
I just went and got a chain with a new charm
Tryna shine for the ones that can't
Tryna rhyme for the ones that can't
But I also gotta rhyme to vent
Life's a struggle so it's hard to take pride for shit
[Verse]
I dance through the fire with my ice on
Gotta be in deep waters and no fly zones
I haad to take a chance with nothing to lose
And something to prove
I wasn't really going to school
Wanted to be cool so I [?] gathered a plot
Strategies to success
Saw a press for stress
High pays for less
Intelligence I digest
It's getting hard to rest
Seeing so much death
Murders in the April breeze
I can't stand to see
How we in a make believe
Hard to please the knees of everyone
No matter how you try to accommodaate
When you lay in [?] the common stank
I barely stop, barely need breaks
When it's time to skate
I hop in their [?] with a lot of trays
Been on many tailgates
My homies like to sell weight
I tried to get 'em the rack
But to them it's just fantasy to get through on that
I sit and think, where did all my friends go?
Guess we all grew apart, don't understand it though
My fore dad didn't have a right to bear arms
I just went and got a chain with a new charm
Tryna shine for the ones that can't
Tryna rhyme for the ones that can't
But I also gotta rhyme to vent
Life's a struggle so it's hard to take pride for shit
[Verse]
I dance through the fire with my ice on
Gotta be in deep waters and no fly zones
I haad to take a chance with nothing to lose
And something to prove
I wasn't really going to school
Wanted to be cool so I [?] gathered a plot
Strategies to success
Saw a press for stress
High pays for less
Intelligence I digest
It's getting hard to rest
Seeing so much death
Murders in the April breeze
I can't stand to see
How we in a make believe
Hard to please the knees of everyone
No matter how you try to accommodaate
When you lay in [?] the common stank
I barely stop, barely need breaks
When it's time to skate
I hop in their [?] with a lot of trays
Been on many tailgates
My homies like to sell weight
I tried to get 'em the rack
But to them it's just fantasy to get through on that
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