Sportsmen Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim

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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I keep my eye on the bread, while your minds on the worthless
I serve my purpose, nobody benefits on the circus
A lot of dream killers lurk, beyond that line where you dead or crossed
Success is on the other side
Fear is such a factor, and doubt is just another
Poverty is a mother to all the pain that we suffer
Word to dread evacuate missiles, explode your head
The code is red, it’s all fun and games until someone dead
I’m kicking poverty’s ass
Threw a couple bands to my mom and my dad
Think about the past and all the drama we had
Lost a lot of souls to the toe and the tag
So many wicked things niggas a do for the bag
If it’s just the life we lead then we couldn’t be mad
Should I get me a Lex or should I get me a Jag
Should I get me a 40 or should I get me a mag
Going through the dilemmas
I take a break soon come November, I arbitrate your body get dismembered
Im like a great land of lakes
Never gotta wait, ‘cause my name hold weight

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