B-12 Nuggets Tha God Fahim

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I had the high tops hat to the back
Green underneath the brim
With a gem on my neck
Black fo-fifth airholes at the end of the sket
Leave a nigga skeleton wet
They say skeleton keys open all doors
Need more Mount Rushmore
Dead presidents reinvent gore
Piss poor
Nightmares as a kid got me scarred
When I was young my bro was living behind bars
Live with many scars
Driven many cars
Shining amongst the stars like the diamonds in the Audemar
We was raw
And we was cooking up racks
Lay the track bag it up sell it like crack

Bag it up sell it like crack
Sitting in the crib bout four or five macs
In the studio I'm do for about four or five tracks
Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack
Sell it like crack
Sitting in the crib bout four or five gats
Yeah I'm after cheese but I don't do rats
Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack