The Garden

[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
Yeah
My nigga Kungg Fuu up in this motherfucker, man
It's Breadrick, you feel me?
My nigga Mills up in this motherfucker
Uh

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I wrote this for the thugs takin' slugs
Trapped in poverty, sellin' drugs
From a half a ounce to nicks and dubs
Street sweeper in the trunk, parked outside the club
Ready to shake the whole section, paint the streets in blood
The laws of the land hadn't changed
Steppin' on each other's toes, searchin' for fortune and fame
Some sittin' in remorse and chains
Puttin' guns to they brain, got us playin' suicide games
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time
In my mind, I'm a slave to my own grind
Tangfolio forty-cal in the nightstand drawer, for war
I'll give you pain for sure
This is that God wave, knock it out the park, Padres
All these rap niggas is lookin' like entrées

[Verse 2: Kungg Fuu]
Yo, a nigga gotta go get the money
I been focused on Ben Franklins, and ain't stressin' over hoes
Bankroll can't fold, snipe a nigga, eeny-miney-moe
Love the way she slide down the pole
Know I'ma roll with the soldiers, big straps what we holdin'
Walkin' 'round with a boulder
God never give you shit you can't handle
.38 with that wood grain handle
With my young niggas, they go bananas
No mask, they'll shoot your ass on camera
I ain't bullshittin' at all, countin' money, snow, rain or fog
If one of my niggas fall, you know I'll pick 'em up
Catch a slug if a nigga tryna run up
Make a pussy jump like Double Dutch
Break it down and roll up a Dutch
I'm livin' life how I wanna, OG Kush be my aroma
Nigga hot like a sauna, blast on sight, fuck whoever want it
Dump Gawd shit
Yeah

Dump Gawd