Chimay Bleues

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[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Lemme tell you a toy story: whip color potato bread
Ridin' with this cowboy to blast at your potato head
Ask about me, in the local news, I'm the favorite
Ask about me, in the local news, I'm the favorite
Everything ain't what it seems; yo, I ain't with the memes
I'll devour your dreams, got belts like [?]
No sanctioning body, I keep a full magazine
With them 5.56s with the tip the color green
I rhyme like a king and got the game by a string
Rising like a underdog like David with the sling
You can't compare fortunes
Got your knowledge from a pair of Sources
Only way to describe my rap style is black Air Forces

[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 4: Tha God Fahim]
I'll make it look easy like the college dropout (Made it look easy!)
Maxin' out on the ATM, I'm pullin' all the guap out
Packin' like championship stadiums when niggas pop out
Ain't no takin' it to the judges, It's gon' be a knockout, like
Jaron "Boots" Ennis on the mic, I'm bad business
Past menace, play the field with Karl Lagerfeld linen
Drop a bag to my tailor, let him modify linen
Now everything fitted, it's a modified feelin'
My reflection in the mirror resembles a Godzilla
Arm-wrestlin' trigger mechanisms
I'm extra with the weaponism, exorcism, we the best that did it
That .410 take off your head and neck with it
Now gimme my respect and I'm takin' the check with it
Neck litted, Ben Frank fuckin' my account, impregnanted