M.a.D. - Tha God Fahim

I turn my head from my sorrows

I turn my head from snakes up in the cargo

I turn my head to Wells Fargo

Me and Marlo in the green Volvo

Glenwood days in Chevy car shows

Club obsessions with Atlanta Clark hoes

Marco, brought the flowers

Mark you for death, retract your powers

Jack Bauer, kill you within 24 hours

The smooth sailor

Collect a soul, say a prayer

For my dead homies, we was dragon slayers

Terrific, like Lord Griffith

I’m on some sick shit

Talk the big shit

You softer than wet pig shit

Connect the get wit'

Cherry pie, smoking nimwits

I bless the kids wit'

Street knowledge, you barely lived it

I said you barely lived it

Searching for gold in this cloudy tempest

Conflicted interests

Niggas wanna see you finished

Every 30 seconds is like a minute

It’s been a minute since there’s been less havoc

My niggas roll deep like shaman magic

Lord Daringer cuffed in the cabinet

I’m paranoid they wanna put me in a basket

I reply with a classic