tha god fahim - cirriculum vitae lyrics
[intro: tha god fahim]
i guess it was f+cked up, you know what i’m sayin’?
like a lot of sh+t out here is f+cked up, man, y’nah’mean?
a n+gga disrespect and get f+cked up, man, y’know what i’m sayin’?
straight up, n+gga
i’m on some gangsta sh+t, n+gga
straight up with this rap sh+t, n+gga, gangsta rap, n+gga
f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n+gga? smack the f+ck out you, n+gga
that’s how the god do
[verse 1: tha god fahim & kungg fuu]
i’m from a place where n+ggas bust off
i bust the pack down, lay the track down
this young man can’t put his mac down
i never back down, these n+ggas actin’ like they shaq now
’til i get aggressive and pop off, now you a rat now
see, i’m your nemesis: disrespect your whole family lineage
let the semi spit, i hope your motherf+ckin’ kidney rip
f+ckin’ with this skinny b+tch, her brain so idiot
it’s like that, this forty+five’ll jack your motherf+ckin’ height back
you ain’t gon’ like that, now beg for your f+ckin’ life back (yeah)
i give sight back to the blind (f+ck n+gga)
f+ck time, full crime (huh?), you talk sh+t
and i’ma crack your motherf+ckin’ spine (yeah, yeah)
f+ck a rhyme
[verse 2: kungg fuu]
these fake rappers doin’ extra
make me a cap, flip it back
i grab my strap when i’m under pressure
wake up, stayin’ focused, money’s the motive
watch for the jokers and be careful who you let the f+ckin’ closest
still learnin’ from my past, add to the stash
stack cash, you never know if this game’ll last
my n+gga locked up in the feds, couple of dead
real sh+t, that’s why a n+gga keep one in the head
’cause these devils is tryna take us
lord forsake ’em, controlled by paper, livin’ trife
only god can save us
brother was broke, used to hate it
avoidin’ the tasers and probation
court cases a black man facin’
when you hungry, hard to be patient
ready to grab the k, hit a l!ck, it’s kinda hard resistin’ temptation
i’m a glorious historian, notorious
like i’m ready to die, y’all rap n+ggas is fragments who
[?], i’ma finesse then play these suckas like an accordion
i’m a street poet, i flow it like an accordionist
instead of grippin’ my fist, i’ll play your beat and start recordin’ it
uh, yeah
i’m a certified pimp n+gga, strap don’t jam
i’ma slaughter these n+ggas like prophet abraham
i’m a symbol of hope on the pursuit of happiness
like will smith bro, yo, don’t provoke, uh
money is the concentrated essence of things we desire
feel like you helpless when you ain’t got it, uh
heavy immaculate strategies, forty cal, i been packin’ it
they don’t want you doin’ sh+t if they ain’t taxin’ it
yo, it’s kungg fuu, give a f+ck what a b+tch got to say
i’m the god, n+gga, move a f+ckin’ b+tch out the way
the devil’s scared of the melanin, force medicine
in our communities, i’m tired of the coonery
puppet master, makin’ you move precisely
like almighty, but they just small titles, yo
you know i’m keepin’ it real, i tote steel as a black man
don’t get backhand or clapped, fam
for disrespectin’ the god, you get split like a
open swish’ cigar, on god, thus far
weak n+ggas get the heat treatment
beast four+five, feast time
you throwin’ rocks and hidin’ your hands
so f+ck a peace sign, n+gga
[outro: kungg fuu]
yeah
lemme chill, bruh
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