What’s da Matter by Tha God Fahim Lyrics
[Intro: Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim]
[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I take this time out to give you a rhyme
A little time to give a piece of my mind
Hell's costly; at the dinner table, posin' with guns and coffee
Wakin' up to this hellhole is exhausting
No matter how I feel, I gotta keep striving
Thinkin' suicide, the next moment I think surviving
It be dough or die, same things make us laugh, make us cry
Runnin' from the truth into a lie
Crosswords got me pullin' out Glocks and Mossbergs
This that state of mind that steadily occurs
You fuck around and be dead on the deep edge
Gossipin', runnin' your mouth, and goin' around like, "He said..."
I ain't in the mood, lot of rappers rude
Don't know why I reply, 'cause they rhymes like baby food
Plus to hear me rap, you gotta pay me, fool
Vegetable rappers is like [?]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Yo, what's the matter with you?
I always showed you love, but now I'm laughin' at you
What's the matter with you?
I only wish you the best, ain't nothin' happen to you
Yo, what's the matter with you?
I'm done askin' and guessin', nigga, I done had it with you
What's the matter with you?
[Outro: Tha God Fahim]
Don't know what be goin' through niggas' minds, man
Y'know what I'm sayin'? I come in peace, all the time, all day
Nah'mean? Motherfuckers wanna fuck with me, heheheh
It's all love, though
Countin' too much money to worry
Start poppin' Cristal on you niggas
[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I take this time out to give you a rhyme
A little time to give a piece of my mind
Hell's costly; at the dinner table, posin' with guns and coffee
Wakin' up to this hellhole is exhausting
No matter how I feel, I gotta keep striving
Thinkin' suicide, the next moment I think surviving
It be dough or die, same things make us laugh, make us cry
Runnin' from the truth into a lie
Crosswords got me pullin' out Glocks and Mossbergs
This that state of mind that steadily occurs
You fuck around and be dead on the deep edge
Gossipin', runnin' your mouth, and goin' around like, "He said..."
I ain't in the mood, lot of rappers rude
Don't know why I reply, 'cause they rhymes like baby food
Plus to hear me rap, you gotta pay me, fool
Vegetable rappers is like [?]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Yo, what's the matter with you?
I always showed you love, but now I'm laughin' at you
What's the matter with you?
I only wish you the best, ain't nothin' happen to you
Yo, what's the matter with you?
I'm done askin' and guessin', nigga, I done had it with you
What's the matter with you?
[Outro: Tha God Fahim]
Don't know what be goin' through niggas' minds, man
Y'know what I'm sayin'? I come in peace, all the time, all day
Nah'mean? Motherfuckers wanna fuck with me, heheheh
It's all love, though
Countin' too much money to worry
Start poppin' Cristal on you niggas