Blades N Heaven lyrics

by

Nicholas Craven


[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Yeah
n*ggas make me motherf*ckin' sick
Sick to my stomach and sh*t
f*ckin' up my appetite, make a n*gga not even wanna eat nothin'
f*ckin' disgusting, man
Shame on you motherf*ckers

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Silver samurai blade to the heavens
Mansa Musa grind, you'll never catch the God beggin'
Gettin' rich, rollin' sevens
Where's your heart, no Kevin?
Carry a cowboy gun, street legend
When I die, bury me with weed and shells
And tell my motherf*ckin' enemies to see me in hell
I'm close to the rail, never leavin' a trail
'Cause DeKalb County police is lookin' for cells
I watch my back in this tundra, a product of gunshots and thunder
Me and my n*ggas like to bust shots in numbers
Strapped like Max Payne video game
Gats chop your brains, see the particles hang

[Verse 2: Kungg Fuu]
It's a man down, make your team stand down
You n*ggas drag queens, can't f*ck with me, you n*ggas foul
I'm steppin' out clean like I had a stylist
Always cookin' up heat like enchiladas
Don't make me turn you into an example
Twelve gauge'll clamp you, have you fallin' over, dismantled
Like dominoes, pull up, drop off like Domino's
Smart n*gga like I made honor roll
Silver samurai blade to the heaven
Born hustler, puttin' in work like a veteran
If you ain't with us, then you hit the exit
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