
Thug’s Mansion Tha God Fahim
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[Intro]
Yo, the God been on too much Hennessy, man
Too many White Owls and shit, man, y'nah'mean?
Too many, pshhh, man, [?] stop
Fucked up
God forbid I get lung cancer or some shit
Yo
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I walk with my head down
And even though I'm the God
I'm disappointed with your sad frown
'Cause I be wakin' up to gunshots
And as we know it, this shit called life, there's only one shot
I used to have death plots on park benches
Swear every day, the reaper misses me by inches
Sixteen shots ain't enough, I need extension
Sometimes I feel like givin' up
Ain't none of my niggas pickin' up when I call
We live in the days of Armageddon
I'm waitin' patient for my blessings
'Cause so far, my life has been shit, I'm always stressin'
I'm seein' death on every corner
I'm paranoid some nigga might try to run down
That's why my forty cal' love to stay around
Before that, I'm layin' 'em down
Leave you lost and found, found and lost at all costs
Fuck the police, they get burnt on the cross
Yo, the God been on too much Hennessy, man
Too many White Owls and shit, man, y'nah'mean?
Too many, pshhh, man, [?] stop
Fucked up
God forbid I get lung cancer or some shit
Yo
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I walk with my head down
And even though I'm the God
I'm disappointed with your sad frown
'Cause I be wakin' up to gunshots
And as we know it, this shit called life, there's only one shot
I used to have death plots on park benches
Swear every day, the reaper misses me by inches
Sixteen shots ain't enough, I need extension
Sometimes I feel like givin' up
Ain't none of my niggas pickin' up when I call
We live in the days of Armageddon
I'm waitin' patient for my blessings
'Cause so far, my life has been shit, I'm always stressin'
I'm seein' death on every corner
I'm paranoid some nigga might try to run down
That's why my forty cal' love to stay around
Before that, I'm layin' 'em down
Leave you lost and found, found and lost at all costs
Fuck the police, they get burnt on the cross
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