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tha god fahim - bread breakas lyrics

[chorus: kungg fuu]
gettin’ green on the move to some mo’ sh+t
in my life, i had to hustle to grow sh+t
know why? i’m on the grind for some mo’ sh+t
no lie, i’m on the grind for some mo’ sh+t
gettin’ green on the move to some mo’ sh+t
in my life, i had to hustle to grow sh+t
know why? i’m on the grind for some mo’ sh+t
no lie, i’m on the grind for some mo’ sh+t

[verse 1: kungg fuu]
i’m a master like shaolin, i’ll devour any coward
dough pilin’, peep game from ancient warriors
my territory is glorious; african warriors
i’ll make you come out to play like warriors (uh)
achievement in every human endeavor, victorious
i’m gettin’ to more cake off this rap sh+t
the flip master in full effect, break your neck
like stone cold, or catch a roundhouse
while you drinkin’ a stone+cold colt 45
still sleep with a four+five, by my side, an ak
let these bullets sprout in you like [?]
i was born a renegade, learned not to be afraid at a young age
devil k!ller, soul ripper, pole lifter, dome splitter
no, i want some mo’, n+gga
i’m at the range, craftin’ my aim
release pain when i’m blowin’ the dank
dump sh+t, and countin’ the pay (yeah, yeah, uh)
[chorus: kungg fuu & tha god fahim]
gettin’ green on the move to some mo’ sh+t
in my life, i had to hustle to grow sh+t
know why? i’m on the grind for some mo’ sh+t
no lie, i’m on the grind for some mo’ sh+t
gettin’ green on the move to some mo’ sh+t
in my life, i had to hustle to grow sh+t
know why? i’m on the grind for some mo’ sh+t (uh)
no lie, i’m on the grind for some mo’ sh+t (check it, uh)

[verse 2: tha god fahim]
i got people comin’ up to me, askin’ me questions
that’s a blessing, ’cause i came a long way
used to get illegal pay, a lot of traffic where i stay
now i’m like the new dr. dre
the younger ones is lookin’ up to me now
i gotta set a good example, even when my statements are foul
’cause i care a lot about my peoples’ condition
go to war with the system
we all got rights, whether jewish, moor, or christian
lord, i’m missin’ parts of my soul
infinitely sit and reminisce, and as i stroll, behold
finessin’ with the mic in my hand
i expand while bringin’ exposure to land
i’m intercontinental, sniper aim and hit you
bullets follow up even when my n+ggas miss you, motherf+cker
dump gawd

[outro: breadrick douglas]
rule number three (it’s really like number one to me)
this is the motherf+ckin’… i wanna say the most important rule
motherf+ckin’ breadrick douglas, baby
rule number motherf+ckin’ three (that’s like number one to me):
gettin’ to that motherf+ckin’ yaka! you feel me?
that yaka is that cake, n+gga gettin’ to that motherf+ckin’ cream?
that’s that yaka
everytime you get that yaka in your account, you say, “yaka!”
everytime you count that money, you be like, “yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka!”
gettin’ to that motherf+ckin’ yaka is a beautiful thing, baby
that is rule number three (that’s like number one to me!)
gettin’ to that motherf+ckin’ yaka, baby
yaka, yaka! yaka yaka yaka!

- tha god fahim lyrics

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