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monday morning - tha god fahim lyrics

[intro]
yeah
uh
yo, it’s tha god fahim back with another one
you know how i do, man: i wake up, bake up, and then i cook up
you know what i’m sayin’? it don’t stop
and you don’t stop, uh

[chorus]
i be wakin’ up, bakin’ up, cookin’ up
make sure my sh*t is tough, i’m tryna get booked up
young n*ggas dyin’ early, gettin’ took up
lookin’ for shortcuts, searchin’ for the hookup
i be wakin’ up, bakin’ up, cookin’ up
make sure my sh*t is tough, i’m tryna get booked up
young n*ggas dyin’ early, gettin’ took up
lookin’ for shortcuts, searchin’ for the hookup

[verse 1]
i like to put in the work, though
sh*t can hurt, though, people checkin’ the workflow
blaze the purple, i was raised on a dirt floor
i*need*a*come*up world have you feelin’ like kurt co’
if you pull it out, blast; what you liftin’ your shirt for?
some ignore the rules, that’s why they end up murked for
you gotta play the hand that’s dealt, react fast
to escape all the drama that we tryna outlast
i’m like a outcast, but tell me after the math
rappers can’t last, i’m way outta class
they really be fans, why you bringin’ up my past?
i’m just tryna get past as i get the last laugh (ha)
i don’t know what’s so funny about me
i ain’t no joke, only talk money around me
the day you get some dollars, the day that you’ll see
i know i can be what i wanna be (uh)
[chorus]
i be wakin’ up, bakin’ up, cookin’ up
make sure my sh*t is tough, i’m tryna get booked up
young n*ggas dyin’ early, gettin’ took up
lookin’ for shortcuts, searchin’ for the hookup
i be wakin’ up, bakin’ up, cookin’ up
make sure my sh*t is tough, i’m tryna get booked up
young n*ggas dyin’ early, gettin’ took up
lookin’ for shortcuts, searchin’ for the hookup (uh)

[verse 2]
i be gettin’ to the money, true dat
i had to do that, searchin’ where the loot at
had to pursue that, razor where the shoe at
i swear these new cats need to take it back and write some new raps
where your proof at? i ride the whip with two gats
you say you movin’ this and that, but you don’t really do that
i’m tryna build a empire state, in real estate
then, you can ask me if i’m straight
never late, iron plates, i do the math of greats
stay out my lane equals stayin’ out the wrath of grace
i do whatever math it takes
sometimes the dead weight add up to be half the weight

- tha god fahim lyrics

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