Schroeder

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[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Yo, check it

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Ayo, the world is yours
Gold tables, marble floors
The facts raw, pack fours
Back doors, better lock 'em
Pullin' up with sticks, I'm finna chop 'em
Finna pop 'em
His body drop like pizza toppings
Ayo, I got the words from the wise
God, survivin' the times like Nas
Banging Shogun Saga on cassette
My nigga Fuu just copped a nina and a vest
The nina and the Lex, commit to drive-bys on your set
Might fuck around and beat you to death
On the internet ain't what it seem, my nigga
'Cause in real life, the God's a mean ass nigga
Ayo, fuck all that lyrical shit
I'm coming straight forward like Pac on some spiritual shit
A TEC appeared on my dresser, on some miracle shit
I let the whole clip loose, on some chemical shit
Ayo, the chemical spit
DNA all on your general kicks
A stray bullet's got your general hit
Muh'fucka

[Interlude: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]