Nike Box

[Intro: Tha God Fahim] Uh Check it [Chorus: Tha God Fahim] Niggas is paranoid, so I don't really trust a lot The closest to you quick to put you in that iron box All these stones look excavated from icy rocks When I was trappin', stashed the money in my Nike box [Verse 1: Tha God Fahim] Nike box filled with all this cake in it Before I ever hand-out, I'm gon' be takin' it I'm authentic A nigga's style sicker than a clinic Plus niggas want me dead for my pendant, uh Super sport turbo engine (Vroom) Got a nigga quick to squeeze the fifth like lemons (Zazazazazazaza) 'Cause niggas brainstorm robbing me, but it's botched Better think of the Koch The chrome Smith & Wesson, the Glock I'm the opposite of nice Mean on the mic as Iron Mike Outta mind and damn sure outta sight If you read between the lines, you'll find Snakes in the grass, the desert, water and vines [Chorus: Tha God Fahim] Niggas is paranoid, so I don't really trust a lot The closest to you quick to put you in that iron box All these stones look excavated from icy rocks When I was trapping, stashed the money in my Nike box Niggas is paranoid, so I don't really trust a lot The closest to you quick to put you in that iron box All these stones look excavated from icy rocks When I was trapping, stashed the money in my Nike box [Verse 2: Kungg Fuu] I'm the soul evaporator Vivid calculator Diminish your soul, tombstone engraver I'm the cream of the crop Tryna get a knot I used to run from the cops Jumping fences Fucked my hand up from the gate I'm still running 'cause I got this dirty gat And I ain't tryna fuckin' catch a case My G said, "Get off your ass, you plan to be rich" Cops 'round my way lock you up for no fucking reason I pray for every real man, that's real Used to stash money in my Nike box, yeah, that's real It's like we gotta pack steel just to survive That's how this world is, but I'm still riding [Verse 3: Tha God Fahim] When I was young and really finding out just what I was Gotta keep a keen eye out, 'cause it was no love From a slug, they wanna see you left in cold blood Must leave no evidence, picture me rollin' no gloves Picture me hidin', nigga, that won't happen Picture a nigga tryna jack me, I might clap him [Verse 4: Kungg Fuu] Niggas talk a lot, but they glass jaw I shatter Turn you to a dark vessel of fecal matter Studyin' like Neil Tyson, catch a dagger Don't work at Kroger, but I'm a bagger Used to trap in front of Kroger to get the cabbage Flowin' like a old school-ass bastard But I love my melanin, feel heaven-sent Buildin' on my enterprise, my third eye See through all this buffoonery and fakes in disguise God knows I'm on a mission, scopin' with my third eye I can't fuck with you li'l niggas, need more artillery The [?] tank gawd, bomb first Your favorite rapper is fake, dawg I'll blow a nigga face off at the baseball game Mane, you ran for the first plate And your main, we done been past the first base My trap house just like a motherfuckin' army base Whatever you need, I'll find a way