Versace Church Van by Tha God Fahim Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Pick the crown up off the table
I'm charged up like jumper cables
I got rich, that's without a label
Countin' blue strips with the winner's table
The cream always gon' rise to the top, and the clock stops
When bullets get derived from the Glock
Young ones tryna comprehend the bloodshed
Brothers killin' brothers over nothin', 'nuff said
So I put my four wheels in drive
Strictly for the hustle, can't kill my pride
They wanted me to simp so they could kill my vibes, and
See me down bad, so they can spread those lies
It was all a dream until I woke up
Used to dwell with demons 'til the angels showed up
Thankful for Elijah, I ain't never slowed up
Walkin' down the valley 'til the darkness close up, uh
'Til the darkness close up
Safe to say I made it from the dark and rose up, uh
'Til the darkness close up
Safe to say I made it from the dark and rose up
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