Tha God Fahim - Bitter End lyrics

Chorus You get me started, it be hard to fend And we can go to war until the bitter end My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin They try to keep me piss poor, but I slide at them You get me started, it be hard to fend And we can go to war until the bitter end My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin They try to keep me piss poor, but I slide at them Uh Verse 1 Shades of grey, watch it fade away As the time passed, I had a vision and I saw the money climax In many different ways, hustlin' for all my days Some people fade and somе people herе to stay Stack my currency in towers, can't no bank hold that I'm the CEO and owner, can't no rank hold back In my vehicle, a motor got the spaceship packed I be floatin' through the city with the top peeled back I maximize the minor gains, cop the coupe without the brains I'm gettin' busy, it don't matter if the product change It's Dump Familia, get familiar with the dollar game We may be similar in ways, but we not the same, uh We not the same Get familiar with the dollar game We may be similar in ways, but we not the same Not at all Chorus You get me started, it be hard to fend And we can go to war until the bitter end My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin They try to keep me piss poor, but I slide at them, uh You get me started, it be hard to fend And we can go to war until the bitter end My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin They try to keep me piss poor, but I slide at them Uh Verse 2 People try and backstab, but my back against the wall And when it's all bad, tell me, who do you call? People be flawed; in ways, we all is, but eff that You can tell all the fake souls, the real ones is back I put fifty-thousand racks on a brand new batch Travis Scott Jordan 1s, Air Jordan the hat It's the six-ring champ, I ain't goin', I'ma enhance Supreme, my performance, I enormously attack I got raps, check my background, my stat sheets be stacked My backseat be packed, but my rap sheet tracks, uh And the vinyl gon' sell, 'cause my raps be facts I don't play games with kids I ain't into showbiz, tell me where the dough is When I know the stakes be high, I'm movin' like a Lotus Underrated for years, but they all know who the GOAT is Outro You already know, man: six-ring champ, man, Dump Gawd Stock Lord, man - stocked up