Bell Ringer

[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Yeah, fuck it
Yeah
Uh, yo, check it

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I was flexin' with my empire, repentin' for my sins prior
From settin' many men fire
Cast a spell, bullets spread like cancer cells
Answers dwell within the wise, but we tax as well
Pockets swell as black eyes, we was hackin' mail
Practiced well, rip the iron mic to see your faction fail
Crack your tale, we never fail like the honor roll
Blue steel twin revolvers, they like to honor souls
Lot of gold, lottery status, I rock designer clothes
Live by a honor code, many obstacles upon the road
But still got shit sold, and I'm not gettin' old
Niggas is bold, but truth, they all fold
Uh, I'm in the coupe with Mach
Eatin' basmati, nigga, take the core from a crop
Nonstop, back to back again, do a lot of sin
Who am I to win? Who are you to lose?
You know you losin' when I break wind in the low end
You know the crew is in, hustle like Jewish men
You wanna rap? So do it, then
Wack niggas need improvement
Shot him out his socks, he left a pair of Patrick Ewings
What is you doin'? You at the club while Tha God brewin'
Stirrin', stewin', leave audio files in ruins

[Verse 2]