tha god fahim – rolls royce chimera lyrics
yeah
know what i’m sayin’, man?
f+ck the temporary, n+gga
know what i’m sayin, n+gga, you can tell them i said it
you know who the f+ck
it’s pleasure and pain
what’s first, is it sunshine or rain?
seen fiends by the side of the train
is it my own reality? is it a known fatality?
my n+ggas ride ’til the moon crack, every rap is an artifact
prob’ly ’cause i’m lonely
lost all my homies, and all of these b+tches is phony
so don’t phone me
i’m countin’ cash like michael corleone
tha god’ll live through every poem
i keep a match lit, full blunt, for my n+ggas in the swamp
my n+ggas who got smoked, my n+ggas that got caught
i’ll crack the combination code on the lock
break you out like chapo, we sunk into the darkness like a pothole
comin’ out the fire like [?]
i learned from convicts reading qurans
i seen signs that i was god, the game will always be my bride
f+ck around, k!ll you for your pride
i gotta lay low, shooters on deck when i say so
from the cradle, we spray sh+t like maaco
on blocks, lay low
cops finna come, i gotta skate, yo
too much weed, i need a break, bro
i gotta chill
or be locked up, or k!lled
my people tellin’ me to destroy and rebuild
but it seems hard to be still
’cause n+ggas steady clappin’ steel
it’s me against the world
i’m f+ckin’ when it’s me against your girl
we twisted and the sentences swirl
my n+gga ty committed suicide
my pen, i gotta utilize
been writin’ raps since jesus was crucified
you decide + destiny with death is your fate
and when you wakin’ up, it’s too late at your wake
i got bad hands from sn+tchin’ the tape
keep the murder tape like larenz tate
my mouth airtight, just make sure the money in the bag, aight?
yesterday it was another toe tag, tonight
i been a soldier, as my holy grail filleth over
beware of the fail+faced cobra
f+ck is you facilitatin’? hatin’, i gets over
wet you like a p+ssed on sofa
your whole crew get sh+t on, villain
pump lift your f+ckin’ body up like the ceilin’
i gotta lay low, shooters on deck when i say so
from the cradle, we spray sh+t like maaco
on blocks, lay low
cops finna come, i gotta skate, yo
too much weed, i need a break, bro
i gotta chill
or be locked up, or k!lled
my people tellin’ me to destroy and rebuild
but it seems hard to be still
’cause n+ggas steady clappin’ steel
Random Lyrics
- manu13601 – forever (prod. lowkey flamingo) lyrics
- dalsin – f1 lyrics
- nishi kami – 80xx lyrics
- massendefekt – am ende lyrics
- jimmy webb – i will always wait for you lyrics
- disco dramma – play me lyrics
- skinnytidow – the heat lyrics
- levi zadoff – them days lyrics
- shanii22 – you, is lyrics
- nitdoff – obi médecin lyrics