Meglodon Rhyme Writer - Tha God Fahim

Uh, uh, uh, uh

You gotta redefine print, examine the details

Cut the nonsense, some handling retail

And you can get rich, and end up like Ezell

Strung out on drugs, with nothing to prevail

I’m trying to get the m’s like Brandon Kane

We into finer things

Rings, watches, and designer chains

Try to put you on connect, but I’m out of range

Getting green thumbs counting checks for my hunger pains

Nowadays like we living in The Hunger Games

So I’m pondering my thoughts, thinking of the Mother plane

Just wait until my next tape drop, for when the market crash, I got a lot of

skate plots

Can never understand why they hating', take shots

I executed plans in the artist straight drop

I keep precious medals laying on my shoulder blades

Stepping out the BM like I’m coming out the golden age

Fly comets while I’m surfing in the nebulon

In these times of chaos, watch it for the Decepticons

In everything we do is upper echelon

Guess that’s why they bite the style like the Megalodon

Still young but they label me a veteran

Far from the days of me trapping at the Chevron

I’m on a telethon, encore carry on

You a sophomore and I’m a senior in this marathon

I got handles like hot sauce, I blew a bag on the hot sauce, cause I don’t like

knock offs

And if the weather right, I’ma let the top off

The streets for metal rain, God forbid it pop off, pop off

Hit my dog Mach for the drop off

Homie art dealer like a dealer getting rocks off

Wood scars and graffiti on the canvas

Everything omitted is inscribed in mathematics

Peep the status, I ran with street democratics

The school of hard bank and on the door of Illmatic

Ain’t no one never going to stay in one spot forever

That’s a sucker

I’m a hustler

I’m a come up

So I took what little bit he gave me

And doubled up, and doubled up, and doubled up

And I’ve been doubling since