Beef Ramen lyrics

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[Sample: Star Trek]
"All this power surging and throbbing, yet under control"

[Tha God Fahim]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Blow your sh*t off!
Tony Montana style n*gga
Ya heard?

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I always read outta Sun Tzu
Never gave up out of textbooks jooks, so f*ck school
Scalawags
Robbin’ out of bally cash, drunk and out of alley cash, running out of tally fast
It’s survival, I’m supposed to be fit
I keep the mask clenched while you got your rosary clipped
Don’t need no introduction
Im high, chronic puffin’
n*ggas sweet as muffin
Go to battle, it’s nothing
There’s a war going on outside, no man is trusted
Bomb first, send a n*gga to church
Gun burst
f*ck it
I’m quick to choke you, and stick you like a cactus
f*ck this rap sh*t, and leave you wet like a p*ssy mattress
I’m with a actress, f*ck n*gga I’ll blow your cap backwards
And leave your body locking up like a password
We spill mad verbs, magician with words
I’ll f*ck your b*tch in a vertical position, leave her running like a transmission
Then she go back to you ass kissing
I don’t spit raps, I flow mad wisdom
I’ll smack a n*gga twice with the pistol
Step back then clip you
And leave your f*cking ass mentally crippled
[Bridge: Tha God Fahim]
Ayo I’m steady trying to get this weed off
It’s the n*gga that got the block jumping like streetball
So peep y’all
Soon as you blink y’all
Creep y’all
Let off 30 shots from the jeep y’all

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I never cared cause life is never fair
If you ever stared, I’m sending your ass to the 11th stair
You can only buy the sh*t that’s selling
Go to hell and come back with a mac up in 7th Heaven
I’ll leave you suckers bellin'
With tecs excelling, as I pull the trigger send a MC to rap heaven
I smack legends
And tell em it’s not about the past, it’s about the present
And to me you looking like a peasant
See this ain’t ‘96 no more
I’m a new rap n*gga that’ll di*k your whore
Don’t make me f*ck around and pick your door
Then take all your sh*t
So you better not be moving a fish, swish

[Verse 3]