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tha god fahim & nicholas craven - what im dishin lyrics

[verse 1: jay nice]
ayo
i mix the work better than landr
i’m homelander; iced out security system with chrome cameras
no slander; silver and gold hammers to go bananas
apesh+t with the tools, this a monkey wrench
i get money flipped, popped out the ground on some bugs bunny sh+t
and drag ’em down to h+ll below, where all them n+ggas sell they souls
ls is rolled, inhale the smoke
the pole the size of a elephant’s nose
enough game to put intelligent hoes on a stroll
enough of these n+ggas with they irrelevant flows
i’ll f+ckin’ laser beam your skull until the skeleton shows
erase your thoughts over this work like severance, whoa

[verse 2: tha god fahim]
uh
back to back victory laps, it became habit
hair well+matted; if my eyes on it, it’s already mine
uh—i’m ’bout my money like chime
well+defined; define the odds, the world’s mine
goin’ up a incline, slowly but surely work my way up
i’ma get it if it’s for me, they playin’ catch+up
the lead is wide, they under a disguise
of costumes and cosplay
every day’s a dark day
[verse 3: jay nice]
life is like a arcade, dawg, i’m playin’ a harsh game
look how far we came, i used to traffic the raw ‘caine
chrome hearts with the js, mane, we all for them balmains
can stand on this money while you n+ggas just parlay
see, i’m the prize pick with a fly b+tch, she 5’6″
hazel eyes, nice curvy frame
lookin’ just like salli richardson on low down dirty shame
bagged her in l.a. with the james worthy game

[verse 4: tha god fahim]
understand value, but never overprice yourself
tighten my belt for the journey that’s ahead
your dreams are something that happens in your sleep
but my dreams is like where reality meets
been rhymin’ for weeks ’cause i’m timeless with speech
been grindin’ for weeks, it’s time to finally eat
me and my dawgs gon’ get it regardless if it’s not given
n+ggas sayin’ they can keep up + you gotta be kiddin’
every time the pen lift up, i gotta be spittin’
every time the beat come on, it gotta be hittin’
it gotta be written; burn the beat to barbecue chicken
they don’t know how to take what i’m dishin’

- tha god fahim nicholas craven lyrics

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