Rolls Royce Chimera - Tha God Fahim

Yeah

Know what I’m sayin', man?

Fuck the temporary, nigga

Know what I’m sayin, nigga, you can tell them I said it

You know I don’t give a fuck

It’s pleasure and pain

What’s first, is it sunshine or rain?

Seen fiends by the side of the train

Is it my own reality?

Is it a known fatality?

My niggas ride 'til the moon crack, every rap is a artifact

Prob’ly 'cause I’m lonely

Lost all my homies, and all of these bitches is phony

So don’t phone me

I’m countin' cash like Michael Corleone

Tha God’ll live through every poem

I keep a match lit, full blunt, for my niggas in the swamp

My niggas that got smoked, my niggas that got caught

I’ll crack the combination code on the lock

Break you out like Chapo, we sunk into the darkness like a pothole

Comin' out the fire like Dan'

I learned from convicts reading Qurans

I seen signs that I was God, the game will always be my bride

Fuck around, kill you for your pride

I gotta lay low, shooters on deck when I say so

From the cradle, we spray shit like MAACO

On blocks, lay low

Cops finna come, I gotta skate, yo

Too much weed, I need a break, bro

I gotta chill

Or be locked up, or killed

My people tellin' me to destroy and rebuild

But it seems hard to be still

'Cause niggas steady clappin' steel

It’s me against the world

I’m fuckin' when it’s me against your girl

We twisted and the sentences swirl

My nigga committed suicide

My pen, I gotta utilize

Been writin' raps since Jesus was crucified

You decide — destiny with death is your fate

And when you wakin' up, it’s too late at your wake

I got bad hands from snatchin' the tape

Keep the murder tape like Larenz Tate

My mouth airtight, just make sure the money in the bag, aight?

Yesterday it was another toe tag, tonight

I been a soldier, as my holy grail filleth over

Beware of the fail-faced cobra

Fuck is you facilitatin'?

Hatin', I gets over

Wet you like a pissed on sofa

Your whole crew get shit on, villain

Pump lift your fuckin' body up like the ceilin'

I gotta lay low, shooters on deck when I say so

From the cradle, we spray shit like MAACO

On blocks, lay low

Cops finna come, I gotta skate, yo

Too much weed, I need a break, bro

I gotta chill

Or be locked up, or killed

My people tellin' me to destroy and rebuild

But it seems hard to be still

'Cause niggas steady clappin' steel