Bubble Rap Tha God Fahim (Ft. Your Old Droog)

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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Ayo, I been there and done that
I took notes for the next round
Never count me out of the game, I won't be left out
We the best out since the best left
Just tryna make my mama proud, went from baby steps to man steps
Why your mans vexed? I write with the hand of death
This is grand theft, this warrior be well-kept
So many rhymes, I can't describe my complexity
Others try to cook like the God without the recipe
In this hour of pressure, how will you handle it?
Forever fightin' for freedom, this world is scandalous
Filled with jackers, stealers and scammers, killers, dealers and hammers
Bags full of cold cash, calluses from countin'
So many ventures, havin' long talks with my accountant
Don't worry where it came, I got it out the money fountain
Pull up to the studio, turn it to a massacre
I'm a rapture-er, Breadrick's a blue strip capture-er
Before the B-M-dubs, I used to drive a Acura (Skrr)
Had to stay alert, 'cause ninjas'll throw the axe at ya
Had to stay alert, the judge'll throw the max at ya
I finesse the work, it's max damage per capita