A Dragon from Dust - Tha God Fahim, JLVSN

It’s the dragon from the dust, comin' from crumbs

What’s the opportunity for us?

A product of guns

Always been a lost soldier, the prodigal son

Cough up a lung, where I’m from, it’s the underworld tongue

We went from ashy to classy, dirty to clean

We went from two or three shots to a whole magazine

We went from Nike to Jordan, Jordan to Givenchy

Versace dinner plates while prayin' over hibachi

You know the circle’s small, less is plentiful

To reach the pinnacle and fulfill the visual

My notepad is full of goods and bads, ups and double-downs

Loudmouth cannon, equip compression to humble sound

A ghostwriter with a hunger for facts, so don’t collapse

I got a fetish for dumpin' the MAC (zazazazazazazaza)

Any intruders can get lost, so it’s either pay homage or attention

Either way, all of my shit costs, rhyme boss

You can’t build if your mind’s lost

Maybe you need to chill and take some time off

It’s a lot on my mental, the weight is heavy

I’ma grind 'til I’m crippled, my path is deadly

I’ma ride 'cause it’s simple: I’m bout my fetti

I wish peace, so keep it simple

Keep a machete

I stay ready