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Lyrify.me

Relaxation by Tha God Fahim Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Chorus]
And this that shit that you relax to
I peep my enemies, so I stay on point like a tattoo
To reach infinity, watch, they carve my name on a statue
A bad apple, I catch you with the ball and sack you (zazazazaza)
And this that shit that you relax to
I peep my enemies, so I stay on point like a tattoo
To reach infinity, watch, they carve my name on a statue
A bad apple, I catch you with the ball and sack you (zazazazaza)

[Verse 1]
Salam alaykum, I size 'em up, know I can take 'em
I break 'em, them Benjamin Franklin faces, I'm tryna make 'em
I awaken from the state of ignorance
They say I'm guilty until I can be proven innocent
That's ironic, I face the Supersonics and lay the phonics
The galaxy, I'm way beyond it, my time clock spin
I'm stranded in it, yo, locked in, posted with the Glock 10
I can let off shots while you only thinkin' boxin'
You just a topic on Boxden
And every hip-hop conversation I'm in, at least I'm top ten
Mob life, cars and ice, stars and lights, broads and wifes
Sometimes you gotta roll the dice
You got guns? We got guns, too
You a thug? Well, I'm a thug, too, slammin' hammers like Sun Tzu
Don't let rap take you on a ego trip
Your ego flip when I let the Eagle rip
All this destruction that come in masses, savage
Bodies gettin' carried away in plastic, I spit the acid
[Chorus]
And this that shit that you relax to
I peep my enemies, so I stay on point like a tattoo
To reach infinity, watch, they carve my name on a statue
A bad apple, I catch you with the ball and sack you (zazazazaza)
And this that shit that you relax to
I peep my enemies, so I stay on point like a tattoo
To reach infinity, watch, they carve my name on a statue
A bad apple, I catch you with the ball and sack you (psh psh psh)

[Verse 2]
What more could I wanna know?
I'ma learn and study forever, 'cause I wanna grow
It's sad when people got a misconception
I just move in other directions 'cause it's more impressin'
Every moment's a blessin'
I was just caressin' all this money collected
Possess a .38, [in] case homie come test it
The bullshit, I address it, .22 bullets come directed
Talk slick and fifty clips get erected

[Outro]
Pussy, that's a facto
I'm Black, though
Catch the MAC, hoe (bababababa)
In your back, bro