Kabuki Ski Mask Way Tha God Fahim

[Intro]
Yeah, it's Tha-motherfuckin'-God
Uh, check it (motherfuckin' God!)
Motherfuckin' God!

[Verse]
I'm death's messenger
Came a long way from givin' blessings
My niggas pray at dinner tables, clutchin' Wessons
My main man stuck on the ave, he always stressin' (man)
Tryna make them ends meet, survival lessons
My godly presence: packin' the Desi, walkin' this desert
I turned a blind eye to the peasants
The cyclone of fire is easy to get tied in
Niggas snitch by information they provided
Pockets lookin' cheesy like Doritos
Fold you up in white sheets like burritos, rollin' cee-los (uh)
In back alley of death, you claimin' that you nice
I'll lay your whole style to rest (your whole style, man)
I'm into piling checks
Check the technique, I melt mics, causin' a foul reek
So stay the fuck from 'round here like Memph Bleek
The Shogunn on repeat, I'll chop the butter off your teeth
You comin' close to sufferin' defeat (sufferin' defeat)
You comin' close to sufferin' defeat (uh)
Chop the butter off your teeth, put the buck up to your niece
I earned my respect, the 'K I let release
I write this shit for the streets and my niggas that got released
A sharpshooter, I could shoot the drum off a beat (tatatatatachacha)
Nigga, I could shoot the bum off the streets (tatatatata)
Nigga, I could shoot the tooth out your cheek (tatatatatza)
Runnin' your beak, is it the booth or the streets? (boom boom boom!)
I can see you niggas peepin' me sideways
When I was sixteen, I used to shoot sideways (uh-huh)
Used to take it to school, tote my grip in the hallways (yeah)
Shootin' niggas' blocks, wettin' shit like a tidal wave (brrrr)
Everything I do, it gotta be my way
Twistin' up blunts, smokin' Ls back-to-back like it's Friday (Friday, nigga)
I speak the street shit fluent
My .38, you wouldn't wanna run into it (brr)
It's a cold world, so bundle up
You can never get enough
Growin' up, 'cause this world is rough