Blade Fordge - Tha God Fahim, Mach-Hommy

The end’s approachin'

Standin' over dead enemies, toastin'

With little to no emotion, I’m goin' out chosen

Done it with no promotion, yo, watch the hypnosis

Fiends stay overdosin' while income grosses

The anger and the misery, danger in your memory

Need more artillery, 'cause niggas is out

They wanna put holes in your confidence to trigger the doubt

So I study the ins and outs to make bigger amounts

It’s hard to figure out and separate that line of ally and opp

It never stops, I bake th cake and throw it in a knot

To keep me rollin' in the drop

My chst is on the rocks from necklaces I rock

Keep workin' and never hold your spot

I hold it down with the golden sound

How it’s goin' down, there’s plenty dough to go around

Behold the sound, what was lost was found

If you ain’t know about it then, you gon' know it now

I hold it down with the golden sound

How it’s goin' down, there’s plenty dough to go around

Behold the sound, what was lost was found

If you ain’t know about it then, you gon' know it now