Death Star - Tha God Fahim, Al Divino

This that fishscale shinin' like a fuckin' chandelier shit

Ayo

Sippin' Jack Daniels, beat your face with the MAC handle

Crack your head, then by the mansion mantle (Woo)

Hoes swimmin' topless inside the pool

Pull strings to make knots happen, like I’m tyin' my shoes

Leave your thoughts on the wall (Boom!), coke whiter than Warhol

Leavin' pussy stains in the back of the sports car (Skrr)

Nugget after nugget out the purp jar (Smoke)

Talent is useless unless you work hard (For real)

Shot him up close, his brains landed on my loafers

At the party, prob’ly standin' on the sofa (Word?)

Well-connected with Sosa, butter-tan coca

Rounds in the rifle might flip your Land Rover (Grr-r-rt)

Get your wife naked, no strip poker

Shotgun put a hole in-between the disc in your shoulders

Risk-takin' fifth-holders flip trap houses

They wanna be around us, but they lack prowess

Salvador Dali, my entourage rowdy

Was seventeen with older heads sniffin' raw 'round me

No wonder why y’all was ready to hit a lick

Now Girl Scout Cookies got the car cloudy

So many blunts, lungs black as licorice

Hands like Sonny Liston, ready to knock out your mouthpiece (Ya heard?)

Automatic out the Audi (Drr-r-r-r! Zazazazazazaza!)

Automatic out the Audi, A6, I’ll bring it back to the basics

It’s worse to have to look in the mirror than have to face this

Metric ton gun, Bobby Hutch-in'

It sound like he brought a choir, like the shit that I was clutchin'

No discussion, if you ain’t talkin profits, false prophet, switch topics

I’m swingin' on you like Canelo

Roll Carmelo, I’ll play a bitch like a cello

Black and yellow GT Excursion, dark and ghetto

Only time you reach new heights is in stilettos

Cross-dresser, cross bro?

Cross finna dress ya

And stew a crawfish straight from a stretcher

The mass presser, you some ass and your cash low-pressure

I’ma pull up and shoot up like I was usin' heroin (Dududud-zazaza)

I’ma suit up and boot up, just know Tha God answers prayers (Zazazazazazaza)

Tha God Fahim drop science like the Moorish Temple

I blast the face off a nickel, ignitin' gunpowder just to cripple

Assassin’s Creed member, Elder Scrolls roller, Call of Duty blastin'

Now you a Halo holder, flamethrower (Popopopopopopop)