Memento Mori

[Intro: Tha God Fahim] [?] It's not—it's not, uh, doin' it no more Nah Check it Uh ([?]) Uh [Chorus: Tha God Fahim] Days seem longer, nights seem shorter I write a rhyme with the flip of a quarter Uh—my nigga dropped the science in the water Dropped me off a bag, it seems my path gettin' shorter Demons on my back, death around the corner Call the coroner; when you die, who gon' mourn ya? A samurai, solitude be what I seek It's only right you think before you speak [Verse 1: Tha God Fahim] Niggas weak Whiskey had me sleepin' half a week Woke up like a vampire, learn before you teach Keep a burner in the mink Go against the God, it'll be the last time you blink, let me think It's somethin' how the math go These niggas is all ass, bro Small like tadpoles Assholes; hoppin' out the bubble to bash foes Mad low, got another burner in the stash, bro I like to add up the science You just a dork squad, nigga, we giants Your whole style remind me of a baby cryin' I'm the God, nothing less, who wan' test? My forty-five is possessed, uh [Chorus: Tha God Fahim] Days seem longer, nights seem shorter I write a rhyme with the flip of a quarter Huh—my nigga dropped the science in the water Dropped me off a bag, it seems my path gettin' shorter Demons on my back, death around the corner Call the coroner; when you die, who gon' mourn ya? A samurai, solitude be what I seek It's only right you think before you speak [Verse 2: Heem Stogied] I'm just another nigga tryna get six figures Stay out the mixture, movin' like a perfect picture Smoke a lot of weed, I don't really deal with liquor I'm on point, medicated with a joint It's Heem Stog', got a heart, but it's cold Niggas be actin' bold 'til the clips unload Chop a nigga toes 'til his body go froze You the type to go play with your nose I'm Marshawn in the fourth quarter: beast mode I'm the motherfuckin' truth, the realest nigga in the booth At the end of the day, I'm tryna shit on you Nah, I'm playin' - but understand all the shit that I'm saying Bitch, I'm the man Make a dime piece strip and dance On the block with the Glock hangin' out my pants Gimme the chance, blow your head to France I'ma freelance, bitch, this shit is art I got a bullet in the clip look like a dart, pierce a nigga heart You was a bitch from the start Hood-ass nigga, but I'm smart In the streets, but I'm climbin' up the charts I remember leavin' the store, pushin' a cart Deep in the parking lot, hopin' the wheels don't lock I gotta make it home; wish these niggas leave me alone Empty out the clip, let their souls be gone Empty out the clip, let their souls be gone