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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Keep the money stack, run up a hundred-pack
Re-up and run it back, Benjamin, I'm in love with that
Comin' in last place just ain't a option
Winning is toxic; the blessings and the profits
OGs constantly reminded me to do the knowledge
I never did the college, got a degree in whatchacallit
I only make deposits, money, gotta pressure wash it
I run a check up off of any stress, make extra off it
Uh, I'm a hustler by nature, you can trust I'm 'bout paper
From dusk to dawn, I'm on capers
So I can shine off major
So don't test, 'cause my razor got mindless behavior
Channelin' anger, I can rhyme through the danger
My advice: never trust that candy from a stranger
[Verse 2]
[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
You fuck with me, you dancin' on blades
I put the G in the gauge, and the I in the pistol
The H in the Heckler, and the M in the missile
The T in the Taurus, you screamin' the chorus
My schemes is enormous, hotter than porridge
The triple sevens, all for it, mash the pedal and floor it
I'm never lettin' off
Feel acoustic reflections from the metal lettin' off
You'll be takin' a loss with chunks flyin' off, I'll be takin' the sauce
And still I maintain my lane in the game
[?] strings, turn up the bass and gain, fix my vocal chain, uh
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Keep the money stack, run up a hundred-pack
Re-up and run it back, Benjamin, I'm in love with that
Comin' in last place just ain't a option
Winning is toxic; the blessings and the profits
OGs constantly reminded me to do the knowledge
I never did the college, got a degree in whatchacallit
I only make deposits, money, gotta pressure wash it
I run a check up off of any stress, make extra off it
Uh, I'm a hustler by nature, you can trust I'm 'bout paper
From dusk to dawn, I'm on capers
So I can shine off major
So don't test, 'cause my razor got mindless behavior
Channelin' anger, I can rhyme through the danger
My advice: never trust that candy from a stranger
[Verse 2]
[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
You fuck with me, you dancin' on blades
I put the G in the gauge, and the I in the pistol
The H in the Heckler, and the M in the missile
The T in the Taurus, you screamin' the chorus
My schemes is enormous, hotter than porridge
The triple sevens, all for it, mash the pedal and floor it
I'm never lettin' off
Feel acoustic reflections from the metal lettin' off
You'll be takin' a loss with chunks flyin' off, I'll be takin' the sauce
And still I maintain my lane in the game
[?] strings, turn up the bass and gain, fix my vocal chain, uh
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