Gristle

[Intro: Tha God Fahim, [?] & Estee Nack]
Uh
Yeah
Mumumumumumu!
Bao! Nah'mean?

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
When I start dumpin', it never stop until I say it do
They gon' run this shit back just like the radio
Cowboy, rodeo guns, this ain't for radio
A breath of fresh air in my lungs; we get crazy dough
We get crazy dough and gain heavy cash
Heavyweight, play for high stakes, while they steady mad
'Bout to purchase a new slab, I'll drop a bag on a new tab
Never left the lab, startin' new fads
A trendsetter poppin' new tags (Buh!)
I'll push the coupe fast, gettin' goals accomplished, startin' new tasks (Yeeaa)
I'll push the coupe fast, gettin' goals accomplishеd, startin' new tasks
Bank numbers lookin' like I hit a sweepstakеs
Pockets filled up with mozzarella and cheesecake
It's the hearthstone rock lava top shotter
Catch me in the dojo doin' kata like a 7 Dan
On the mic, I bring the pain like Method Man
Roberto Durán with the pen, who you recommend?
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that yaka, you can come again
I'm always out to make a profit, it don't never end
Who be the boogieman of this rap shit? Every verse is a coffin
I put a giant hand on the market; hit targets (Boom)
Just light the fire [?] with the darkness
My words can enlighten a man or help him get through hardship
I set the stage, get ready for the buildup
Rhymes hella live, like chambers when they filled up
You exercise hatred, I exercise patience and technique
My high vibrations and ill speech
All I need is a microphone, a bag and some ill beats ([?])
I bet I come up with a bag of some ill treats
I pack a pistol; magazines, you get your issue
Every line I write is like a Kim Jong-un missile; keep it beneficial
Uh, rappers are sacrificial
I put my signature on the game, date with the initials
Make sure the paper official, came to make it official
They know the flow is fatal, just like a shot to the temple
Easy does it, it's simple - jewels like Rick the Ruler
We rule like the judicial (Mumumumumumu!)
Eat the bone down to the gristle ([?])

[Interlude: Estee Nack]
Hell the fuck yeah, nigga (Yeeeaah)
I feel like Rambo (Boom!) with the big .50, motherfucker (Ayayayaao)
[?] could never take me, my nigga (Awowowoooaooaoaoa), when I come through— know what I'm sayin'? (Ayayayeeuh)
For the 'Delph, yo (Ohowoooaaa)
Nack Mandela, y'know what I mean? Liberatin' the nations
Yo (OohoOOoooooooooooOoo, shiiiiiiiiiit!)

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
I warned you (Word), shit could haunt you (Boom!)
Removin' your plate for the parcel ([?])
This type of sport is not barstool (Bao!)
Put a bullet shell inside of the hostel (Toma!)
Sauce is not Aeropostale (Yeeaa)
Kill the cult leader quick—pshpshpsh!
Air the apostle (Baobaobao!)
Dare you get on [?] rock star [?] ([?])
Smoke [?] ([?])
Smoke you like [?] pollo [?] (Kill you)
Ayo, we all well-equipped to bury the cucaracha, [?] (Ding!)
Ring the bell, seeds of Israel with the spell ([?])
Double [?], move in wisdom and keep a wishin' well (Cha-ching!)
Walkin' out the bank laughin', like it's Chappelle tellin' jokes (Money!)
I got niggas in jail, Folks and other sets
Niggas comin' for your neck
The consequences of sellin' dope (Y'nah'mean?), Bubble Lex (Skrrt!)
Earnin' my respect, come correct, son ([?])
George Jetson, ride a [?] (The flyest)
Call the book and throw your bets in, nigga (Straight cash)
Yeah

[Outro: [?] & Estee Nack]
Mumumumumumu!
Boom!
Word