Tracy Morgan

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[Intro]

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Respect my handle nigga
'Bout to start pulling up in Lambos nigga
And turn on the TV, I'm on your channel nigga
I'm rocking gold nuggets, you see them hoes love it
If you say you gettin' to the money let me hold somethin'
Open the safe and watch the cash bust out
What the lust 'bout? Real niggas take the tough route
Blow the dust out, of the ancient books of my ancestors
Next to that, the blicky laying on the stand dresser
Fuck, I got little to no sympathy
When I die they gon' remember me just like it's ten of me
Enemies, might as well engrave me in they memories
Penalties, just know you pussy niggas ain't as real as me

[Bridge]

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I'm riding dolo nigga
With Fendi, Gucci, Prada, Polo, nigga
Luxury silk, all on the logo nigga
I'm an assassin nigga
I execute you with the Magnum nigga
I can't really see how you could fathom nigga, ugh
I'm shaking dice with my comrades
While you broke as fuck, on ya last dime bag
Where your rhymes at? Flip you like a lineback
Why you flexing? I could buy you out your contract
I'm like the modern day Rakim
A hunnit tapes, there's nobody can stop him
In the booth, I'm like Money May
In the studio I'm thinking 'bout a 100k
I'm gettin' paid like a hunnid ways
Rocking more chains than a boat of slaves
You niggas got me fucked up
Come 2019, I'm finna truck up

[Outro]