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letra de fluent fog - tha god fahim, jay nice & left lane didon

[intro: tha god fahim]
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[verse 1. tha god fahim]
crazed cats in alleyways, it’s treacherous
extra sh-t, deadly ways of getting paid to detriment
can’t question it, it’s what’s presented in the trenches
we only think about the riches, living for the dripping
i throw a clip in, i’m locked and loaded like a hitman
’cause the era’s gloomy, sh-t is tainted on the strip
man i’m gripping, i gotta watch my back inside too
my radar see a hater coming through my sideview
i deal with less people, i hate being lied to
and toxic negativity can k!ll your vibes too
i’m making progress, thеy see it as a threat
me and my n-ggas illuminate just likе the gats
keep thirty shots of pressure ‘case they got me vexed
scream “dump life!” and empty the clip off in your chest
it’s no contest
[verse 2: left lane didon]
sh-t, yo
stress piling, barely coping so i’m carrying open
air the pole and leave your area smoking
you ain’t know it but i swear that we hopeless
black clouds above hysterically roaming
we unaware that we broken; numb
life ain’t fair but it’s golden; dumb
death is near and i hope it come, i’m that throwed off
control laws for a corner room, candles is lit
paranoia setting in and i just stand in this sh-t, it’s sick
game plan branding and boosie
smoke to maintain, my hammer unruly; we on the same page
if you playing games i’m bagging the toolie
n-gga my brain strained, actions is moody, i ain’t the same man
laps mental, accidental, n-ggas bashed in the rental
screaming “dump life!” your stash on the menu
ain’t no asking for refuge, my conscious get the ops and list
we know the consequence but have to continue

[verse 3: jay nice]
it’s simple
sharp daggers tossed at rappers in venues
while they spit that false trash that offends you, it’s all backwards
i caused disasters, brought havoc and these frauds chatting
wrath with the pencil, mask dispensable, human dark matter
f-ck around if you want, chief
my cowboys back out and put that ass on front street, leave you slumped; sleep
the dump elite, we want the beef delivered
come and see, the pump’ll leave you leeches leaking rivers, we some greasy n-ggas
smoke em like a fronto leaf, we litter
n-ggas need babysitters, while me? i’m an ageless victim
my bangers stab you in the face with scissors; flagrant
pray to yahweh, maybe he can save your spirit, can i get an amen?
dump nation, we live lawless
man f-ck waiting, we coming to get all this
we got all the stocks gripped with the stock grip
on my ‘pac sh-t as the doomsday clock tick

- tha god fahim jay nice left lane didon

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