Grope Records/Duppy Media lyrics

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
You n*ggas like sh*t, a lotta flies 'round you
Actin’ like a b*tch, a lotta guys 'round you
I sell rap like crack (uh huh)
Movin’ through the city (vroom)
While you the biggest fan of Hello Kitty
Sagacious, prolific
Tremendous in spirit
In a room with smoke, I spit rhymes to clear it (huh)
Every step is a closer one to success (Let’s go!)
But every step is a closer one to death
It waits for no man
Let’s get money that’s the program (yup)
I can’t entertain low numbers
'Cause a life of poverty is like a slow slumber
And I’d rather die rich under gold covers
Your life’s a b*tch and mine's a motherf*cker
And I don’t act sh*t like them other suckas
So cut me a check (Woo!)
Take a spin in the Lex
Throw some ice on my neck
Keep the submachine close 'cause if not I’ll regret
bast*rd
The f*ck these n*ggas talking ‘bout n*gga?
Y’all know how this sh*t go
Get your f*cking food ate n*gga
Menu 3