Double Edge Tha God Fahim (Ft. Smoke)

[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Uh, check it, uh
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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
You could be the story and your own narrative
Four-cornered room, yo, somethin' gotta give
We need dibs on somethin' stocky, because we deep
Deeper than the ocean, 'bout as deep as when I speak
Deplete the leech, only [?] I'm buying's on the Cuban link
Wash my hands and leave the blood in the sink
Out on the fort, we got it armored like Brink's
Demon at the front door, posted just like the Sphinx
Skin a cat, and use it for a mink
Spray the whole TEC before you even blink, my nigga, think
Is it really worth it? Your life has more purpose
But make a move and you goin' under the surface
I try to keep a steady aim; so many targets I just wanna bang
Speak my name and it should taste like ass
You gon' need a iron mask, 'cause I'ma have to put you in the past
I ain't the one to wanna dance, I'll beat the lip out you
Get one of my number-one fans to smack the shit out you
As I just remain humble
Life is a struggle, and I only got slugs to hug you

[Verse 2: Smoke & Tha God Fahim]
Forty on me, 'bout to dump in this bitch (Eskittit!)
I brought the Lil Pump in this bitch
Shit, you couldn't fuck with me if we was fuckin' a bitch
Wrap your dead body up and leave that shit in a ditch
What is that stench? The potent ganja
When I'm stressed, it keep me calmer than the Dalai Lama
I shoot you in your tibia, you run up with that drama
Kiss my mama, grab my forty, and hit the do'
A nigga 'bout to get stuck up like a lightskin hoe
Bitch, don't hit my line unless you want the pipe then, hoe
Bitch, don't get mad, 'cause you know that's how this trife shit go
You should know that's how this trife shit go (Uh)