
Everybody (Source Codes) Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim
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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
If you know you know, many cold wars trapped in this rodeo
Revolvin’ like yo-yos, half-stocks, and portfolios
Cashin’ out on promos, cleanin’ up like the [?]
Niggas be sodium whenever I step to the podium
It’s pandemonium, nigga this ain’t no Nickolodeon
Pull up in that Pandamara, watch niggas be petroleum jelly
At times, treatment smelly, I’m livin’ well in this living hell
In this polo sweats, sip the holy grail
When the mailman come collect, I’ll be in the cells
Got the 40 cal., come correct, emptyin’ the shells
Cross a territorial line, and end up in rebel
You just write words, my pen leaves a bloody trail
They was hopin’ I fail, I clipped the dragon by the tail
I did it on my own like Oprah and Gale
Why they motionin’ still?
If I don’t do nothin’ I bet I’mma touch the money like braille
[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]
[Bridge: Mach-Hommy]
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
[Outro: Sample]
Worked here, worked here in the 8th floor, we did craft
Craft theatre on the 8th floor
Montgomery theatre
What sort of chores?
Those all dramatic offerings?
If you know you know, many cold wars trapped in this rodeo
Revolvin’ like yo-yos, half-stocks, and portfolios
Cashin’ out on promos, cleanin’ up like the [?]
Niggas be sodium whenever I step to the podium
It’s pandemonium, nigga this ain’t no Nickolodeon
Pull up in that Pandamara, watch niggas be petroleum jelly
At times, treatment smelly, I’m livin’ well in this living hell
In this polo sweats, sip the holy grail
When the mailman come collect, I’ll be in the cells
Got the 40 cal., come correct, emptyin’ the shells
Cross a territorial line, and end up in rebel
You just write words, my pen leaves a bloody trail
They was hopin’ I fail, I clipped the dragon by the tail
I did it on my own like Oprah and Gale
Why they motionin’ still?
If I don’t do nothin’ I bet I’mma touch the money like braille
[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]
[Bridge: Mach-Hommy]
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
[Outro: Sample]
Worked here, worked here in the 8th floor, we did craft
Craft theatre on the 8th floor
Montgomery theatre
What sort of chores?
Those all dramatic offerings?
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