FOH

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Verse 2: Tha God Fahim] And nigga I do numbers Raise my balance I'm nothing like you newcomers and even others Drug fathers and evil mothers Bred out the clouds from the thunder Either be the hunted or be the hunter Surgical gloves, holding the snub I keep my back against the wall just cause I know it’s no love Here comes the flood I’m made of Byzantine links and you soft like drinks No you soft like minx, no you soft like pink I stalk the shadows right before I eliminate your mind Ole faithful .357, I call the peacemaker And these niggas is pipsqueak You couldn’t beat me with a cheat sheet I rip the track apart, I’m the best without the charts Been dealing so much, I should be locked for selling art You just a mark in this town of ghost My trigger finger do the most So just imagine having to deal with both Nigga, you toast