Grope Records/Duppy Media
[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.]
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
You niggas like shit, a lotta flies 'round you
Actin’ like a bitch, a lotta guys 'round you
I sell rap like crack (uh huh)
Movin’ through the city (vroom)
While you the biggest fan of Hello Kitty
Sagacious, prolific
Tremendous in spirit
In a room with smoke, I spit rhymes to clear it (huh)
Every step is a closer one to success (Let’s go!)
But every step is a closer one to death
It waits for no man
Let’s get money that’s the program (yup)
I can’t entertain low numbers
'Cause a life of poverty is like a slow slumber
And I’d rather die rich under gold covers
Your life’s a bitch and mine's a motherfucker
And I don’t act shit like them other suckas
So cut me a check (Woo!)
Take a spin in the Lex
Throw some ice on my neck
Keep the submachine close 'cause if not I’ll regret
Bastard
The fuck these niggas talking ‘bout nigga?
Y’all know how this shit go
Get your fucking food ate nigga
Menu 3
