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nike box - tha god fahim lyrics

[chorus: tha god fahim]
n-gg-s is paranoid so i don’t really trust a lot
the closest to you quick to put you in an iron box
all these stones look excavated from icy rocks
when i was trapping, stashed the money in my nike box

[verse 1: tha god fahim]
nike box filled with all this cake in it
before i ever hand-out, i’m gon’ be takin’ it
i’m authentic
a n-gg-‘s style sicker than a clinic
plus n-gg-s want me dead for my pendant
super sport turbo engine
got a n-gg- quick to squeeze the fifth like lemons
’cause n-gg-s brainstorm robbing me for the spot
better think of the cotch
the chrome smith & wesson the glock
i’m the opposite of nice
mean on the mic as i am mike
outta mind and d-mn sure outta sight
if you read between the lines you’ll find
snakes in the gr-ss, the desert water and vines

{chorus: tha god fahim]
n-gg-s is paranoid so i don’t really trust a lot
the closest to you quick to put you in an iron box
all these stones look excavated from icy rocks
when i was trapping, stashed the money in my nike box
n-gg-s is paranoid so i don’t really trust a lot
the closest to you quick to put you in an iron box
all these stones look excavated from icy rocks
when i was trapping, stashed the money in my nike box

[verse 2: kungg fuu]
i’m the sole evaporator
vivid calculator
diminish your soul
tomb stone engraver
i’m the cream of the crop
tryna get a knot
i used to run from the cops
jumping fences
f-cked my hand up from the gate
i’m still running ’cause i got this dirty gat
and i ain’t tryna f-cking catch a case
my g said “get off your -ss, you plan to be rich”
cops ’round my way lock you up for no f-cking reason
i pray for every real man that’s real
used to stash money in my nike box, yeah that’s real
it’s like we gotta pack still just to survive
that’s how this world is but i’m still riding

[verse 3: tha god fahim]
when i was young and really finding out just what i was
gotta keep a keen eye out, ’cause it was no love
from a slug, they wanna see you left in cold blood
must leave no evidence, picture me rolling no gloves
picture me high, and n-gg- that won’t happen
picture a n-gg- tryna jack me, i might clap him

[verse 4: kungg fuu]
n-gg-s talk a lot but they blast
jaw i shatter
turn you to a dark vessel of fecal matter
studying like neil tyson
catch a dagger, don’t wreck your kroger
but i’ma bagger, used to trap in front of kroger
to get the cabbage, flowing like an old school last bester
but i love my melanin, feel heaven-sent
building on my enterprise, my third eye
see through all this buffoonery and fakes in disguise
god knows i’m on a mission
scoping with my third eye
i can’t f-ck with you li’l n-gg-s
need more artillery
they c-ck off, take off, bomb first
your favorite rapper is fake, dawg
i’ll blow a n-gg- face off
at the baseboard, game mang
you ran for the first plate
and you mang, we done been past the first base
my traphouse just like a motherf-cking army base
whatever you need, i’ll find a way

- tha god fahim lyrics

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