B-12 Nuggets - Tha God Fahim

I had the high tops hat to the back

Green underneath the brim

With a gem on my neck

Black fo-fifth airholes at the end of the sket

Leave a nigga skeleton wet

They say skeleton keys open all doors

Need more Mount Rushmore

Dead presidents reinvent gore

Piss poor

Nightmares as a kid got me scarred

When I was young my bro was living behind bars

Live with many scars

Driven many cars

Shining amongst the stars like the diamonds in the Audemar

We was raw

And we was cooking up racks

Lay the track bag it up sell it like crack

Bag it up sell it like crack

Sitting in the crib bout four or five macs

In the studio I’m do for about four or five tracks

Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack

Sell it like crack

Sitting in the crib bout four or five gats

Yeah I’m after cheese but I don’t do rats

Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack

I sell it like that

Please excuse what my intentions is all that

Got a call back from a shorty all that

When to her spot and I hit it like Pac

Racks

Sitting at the table all strapped

Waiting at the hotel lobby to get dressed

Fresh

Dressed in nothing less than Guess

She impressed like most of these bitches just want sex

Yes

Bag it up sell it like white

Hustle I could do this all night

Bright

Shining like the moon at night

Feragamo belt with the Uzi on tight

Heights

I’m trying to go where no one has

Crafting demon raps up in no mans land

Fam you wouldn’t want to go there man

Say time lurks so you know they scam

Bag it up sell it like crack

Sitting in the crib bout four or five macs

In the studio I’m do for about fou or five tracks

Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack

Sell it like crack

Sitting in the crib bout four or five gats

Yeah I’m after cheese but I don’t do rats

Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack