Cook County Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim

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[Bridge: Tha God Fahim]
Niggas love the style man
Tell the truth nigga
This some fly shit nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas don't even know what to do with the wave
Niggas love the style nigga
We got all kinda shit, all kinda ways to come at you niggas
You know what I'm sayin', that ill shit, that raw shit nigga
You know you love this shit, don't front
Know you love the style
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God!
Yo

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I'm cooking again, you can't copy, I'm cooking again
Like Emeril Lagasse, season the broccoli
Got hangovers
We sipping on flamethrowers, Molotov cocktails
Crimson fabric on the dinner table
I'm cooking like Bronson on cable
Crush red peppers on the tile with the bagels
You the type of nigga get fed under the table, you's a animal
I pin the nail on the tail then hammer you
You're mind-boggled
Shinobi eye night vision goggles
Steady looking for triggers to toggle
I never graduated, schools I hated, mics get mutilated
Compare my style to aromatics
Masses awaited my return
Shrouded in gold, bedazzled clothes got my shining like Sierra Leone
Plot I come for your dome
Ammo fly through your home
Should've left me alone, muh'fucka