Logans Pain Tha God Fahim

[Verse 1]
I'm lit (Lit), why all these niggas talkin' shit?
My nigga Mach keep them 7.62s to split your shit
I could tell you like seventy rules to get you rich
Yo, my nigga, I got all of the tools to crush his cliques
I'm with piranhas and pits
Blood rain and black snow
Beat the karma and shit, I need 'bout fifty for a show
Countin' commas and shit, just ran through fifty on the low
And with the flip of a switch, I'll let 'bout fifty of 'em go
I'm like the king of this shit, them legends mention me for sure
I got rings for this shit, plus my fetish for the dough
This shit you pay high price for it, I got it for the low
Make you pay full price for it, I'm not your average Joe
I spent plenty of nights for it, I got it out the mud (Got it out the mud)
And every time a nigga leave the booth, I leave a pool of blood

[Chorus]
I just jumped up in a super sport, go sixty in a flash
All this greatness I'm reflectin', I can see why niggas mad
I just jumped up in a super sport, go sixty in a flash
All this greatness I'm reflectin', I can see why niggas mad

[Bridge]
Uh, all this greatness I'm reflectin' I can—
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