Kabuki Ski Mask Way - Tha God Fahim

Yeah, it’s Tha-motherfuckin'-God

Uh, check it (motherfuckin' God!)

Motherfuckin' God!

I’m death’s messenger

Came a long way from givin' blessings

My niggas pray at dinner tables, clutchin' Wessons

My main man stuck on the ave, he always stressin' (man)

Tryna make them ends meet, survival lessons

My godly presence: packin' the Desi, walkin' this desert

I turned a blind eye to the peasants

The cyclone of fire is easy to get tied in

Niggas snitch by information they provided

Pockets lookin' cheesy like Doritos

Fold you up in white sheets like burritos, rollin' cee-los (uh)

In back alley of death, you claimin' that you nice

I’ll lay your whole style to rest (your whole style, man)

I’m into piling checks

Check the technique, I melt mics, causin' a foul reek

So stay the fuck from 'round here like Memph Bleek

The Shogunn on repeat, I’ll chop the butter off your teeth

You comin' close to sufferin' defeat (sufferin' defeat)

You comin' close to sufferin' defeat (uh)

Chop the butter off your teeth, put the buck up to your niece

I earned my respect, the 'K I let release

I write this shit for the streets and my niggas that got released

A sharpshooter, I could shoot the drum off a beat (tatatatatachacha)

Nigga, I could shoot the bum off the streets (tatatatata)

Nigga, I could shoot the tooth out your cheek (tatatatatza)

Runnin' your beak, is it the booth or the streets?

(boom boom boom!)

I can see you niggas peepin' me sideways

When I was sixteen, I used to shoot sideways (uh-huh)

Used to take it to school, tote my grip in the hallways (yeah)

Shootin' niggas' blocks, wettin' shit like a tidal wave (brrrr)

Everything I do, it gotta be my way

Twistin' up blunts, smokin' Ls back-to-back like it’s Friday (Friday, nigga)

I speak the street shit fluent

My .38, you wouldn’t wanna run into it (brr)

It’s a cold world, so bundle up

You can never get enough

Growin' up, 'cause this world is rough

It’s Tha-motherfuckin'-God!

Yeah, uh

Shoutout my niggas, man

My niggas on the east side, man

My nigga, man, my nigga, man

My nigga Smoke and shit, man

What’s happenin', my niggas?

Uh