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tha god fahim - rose flowers lyrics

[verse 1: heem stogied]
i’m ’bout to dump like a fat b-tch on the toilet
n-gg-s know 4-5 by holding
get my sh-t right, a bullet wound in your life
no drums, this sh-t is sounding tight
hip-hop ’til the day i die
f-ck rap, ’cause all these n-gg-s sly
now how the f-ck can i see eye to eye?
when in fact a n-gg- went and died
you cat-fishing, you getting fried
i got the gun on the right side, boomed up
my n-gg-s ready to ride, b-tch n-gg-
might as well commit suicide
i’ma boss, better show respect
real n-gg-s like to lift the tec
then we come back like jesus, wet
get your crew swept
street sweepers, riding around with heat
seekers blasting n-gg-s out they sneakers
he ain’t stole the locomotive, i only got one purpose
but these n-gg-s actin’ nervous
so i’m giving n-gg-s hurtful service
gotta get bread for these thoughtful verses
tryna shake off these hateful curses
bad b-tches, yeah they impressed with purses
real b-tches like that sh-t it’s worthless
he ain’t stole, no need an i.d
i’m blasting n-gg-s in the f-cking street
this raw dog, grimy sh-t
executive labels scared to sign me, sh-t
’cause i’m thugging n-gg-s think i’m bugging
now i need the cream, sh-t is real when you tryna live a f-cking dream
people hate, they ready to take my place
the slow turtle never win the race
spray your face like f-cking mace

[verse 2: tha god fahim]
spray you like an aerosol can, never been a fan of n-gg-‘s raps
i’m telling you man
learnt the trick of the trade to get paid
and split it up in sections
the block open you up similar to dissections
misdirection’s, took upon the straight path
k blast, them n-gg-s probably got the same dad
seven day candles burning affects permanent
that’s what violence is, you know we all heard of it
they draw conclusions based on zodiac signs
between white lines, another man slaughter crime
surviving these bright times, been hated for a lifetime
just tryna make it to the bright shrine

[chorus: tha god fahim]
i put this buck in your face
stab you up from the waist
do a month in a day (look)
you f-cking with kids that don’t play
shoot your crib in the way
you won’t make it out the day (look)
i put this buck in your face
stab you up from the waist
do a month in a day (look)
you f-cking with kids that don’t play
shoot your crib in the way
you won’t make it out the day (uh)

- tha god fahim lyrics

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