
Multiple Belts Tha God Fahim
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[Verse]
My mind on capital gains, I ain't stoppin'
While they just cappin' for chains, I'm sellin' options
Still undertakin' like Kane, I'm gainin' profits
The world gon' start knowin' my name, I got it poppin'
Got a icebox where my heart used to be
Big chain on my neck almost weigh a ki'
I know the keys of success, your surrounding is everything
I'm stayin' solid like the rock on a wedding ring
What you know about gettin' money ten different ways?
You should know about TGF, he gettin' paid
Lyrical exercise every day sharpens my blade
I said it many times before, they just copy my ways
You want smoke? I got the hotbox
Don't make me drop top, big weapons make you pop lock
Peace to my investors and supporters, I'm forever grateful
Got a long list of back-biters that's forever hateful
I showed love that wasn't reciprocated
Tried to make peace and they tried to manipulate it
I'm the wrong one, so I had to distance myself
'Cause I depend on myself, supreme grower of wealth
At the top of all my weight classes, multiple belts
On top of mountains, I ain't goin' back, I promised myself
My mind on capital gains, I ain't stoppin'
While they just cappin' for chains, I'm sellin' options
Still undertakin' like Kane, I'm gainin' profits
The world gon' start knowin' my name, I got it poppin'
Got a icebox where my heart used to be
Big chain on my neck almost weigh a ki'
I know the keys of success, your surrounding is everything
I'm stayin' solid like the rock on a wedding ring
What you know about gettin' money ten different ways?
You should know about TGF, he gettin' paid
Lyrical exercise every day sharpens my blade
I said it many times before, they just copy my ways
You want smoke? I got the hotbox
Don't make me drop top, big weapons make you pop lock
Peace to my investors and supporters, I'm forever grateful
Got a long list of back-biters that's forever hateful
I showed love that wasn't reciprocated
Tried to make peace and they tried to manipulate it
I'm the wrong one, so I had to distance myself
'Cause I depend on myself, supreme grower of wealth
At the top of all my weight classes, multiple belts
On top of mountains, I ain't goin' back, I promised myself
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