Death Metal Tha God Fahim & Jay NiCE

[Intro: Jay NiCE]
Spark the spirits
Dump Olympics shit, nigga
You know what's goin' on, fuck nigga
Ayo

[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
I robbed the trust fund babies and gave the slums gravy
I'll smoke you like a blunt or Dutch, maybe, if you fucks play me
Trust me, I ain't arrogant, I'm just wavy
Bought a hundred-round drum for the stick
I'll fuck around and try to dump eighty

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
No maybe, I'll flip a target like a 180
Whip the Mercedes down I-85, my buzz crazy
Skip the line in the Louis Vuitton store, honcho
Wrong move and end up as a John Doe, pronto
'K get to choppin' like a lawnmower
I'm ballin' like Lonzo, we winnin' like Elway and the Broncos
Jordan 6s, Infrareds, trim the color nachos
I'll cut your lights dim if you begin to act hostile
Any type of beef, I gotta turn it into tacos
I ain't with too many words if it ain't 'bout the guapo-
Mole, holy, wе upper echelon, at thе top flow
Your whole life flash between your eyes when the Glock go
Buildin' up my enterprise legit to make a knot grow
Labels try to put me in submission, I will not go