[Intro: Sample + Tha God Fahim]
"Ohh, our long lost leader. Somebody must owe him money!
How you doing?
How's the clay pigeon?
Gettin' there"
KLAP GAWD, motherfuckers
Uh, check it
[Verse: Tha God Fahim]
I wrote this for my combat niggas
Focused, never sidetracked niggas
Doin' drive-bys, gotta find that nigga
Loadin' up ammo attachments for MAC lifts
The pressure from this hammer made that nigga do a backflip
Those niggas got cold in they system
A product of poverty
Kings, gods, and queens in the blood of my arteries
I'll go up in your safe and stick you up like pottery
I'll say it to your face, as I gain comradery
The captain keep revolvers in his jeans for slaughterin'
When I pop, all I hear are screams and hollerin'
Made a hundred bands off verbally slobberin'
2018, niggas' styles I'm fatherin'
Your style, I'm hotter than
I'm foul as Black & Milds, move the crowd, they homagin'
Layin' laws like judicial systems
Keep a MAC, black forty-pack when I'm in my habitat
Where it's at?
Niggas' pockets get ran like it was track
Twist your cap, I'll split your wig, front and back
Pushin' two-doors, gimme kudos
I been the golden child
My wrist is cooler now, how I hold it down
Ayo, I'm with my shooter now, we don't screw around
I'll put you dudes underground
KLAP GAWD—they waitin' to check my newest sounds
And everything I do, you know I gotta do it proud
"Ohh, our long lost leader. Somebody must owe him money!
How you doing?
How's the clay pigeon?
Gettin' there"
KLAP GAWD, motherfuckers
Uh, check it
[Verse: Tha God Fahim]
I wrote this for my combat niggas
Focused, never sidetracked niggas
Doin' drive-bys, gotta find that nigga
Loadin' up ammo attachments for MAC lifts
The pressure from this hammer made that nigga do a backflip
Those niggas got cold in they system
A product of poverty
Kings, gods, and queens in the blood of my arteries
I'll go up in your safe and stick you up like pottery
I'll say it to your face, as I gain comradery
The captain keep revolvers in his jeans for slaughterin'
When I pop, all I hear are screams and hollerin'
Made a hundred bands off verbally slobberin'
2018, niggas' styles I'm fatherin'
Your style, I'm hotter than
I'm foul as Black & Milds, move the crowd, they homagin'
Layin' laws like judicial systems
Keep a MAC, black forty-pack when I'm in my habitat
Where it's at?
Niggas' pockets get ran like it was track
Twist your cap, I'll split your wig, front and back
Pushin' two-doors, gimme kudos
I been the golden child
My wrist is cooler now, how I hold it down
Ayo, I'm with my shooter now, we don't screw around
I'll put you dudes underground
KLAP GAWD—they waitin' to check my newest sounds
And everything I do, you know I gotta do it proud
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