Job Well Done

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[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Now let me start from the beginning of the story
The Black man that rose above and attained glory
I leave residue [?] with my every trail
And only few will live to tell on this endless hell
Wake up to the times we livin' in, you still sleep
So when they sleep, we still eat
My li'l baddie, she a li'l treat
We take vacations for a week
It's like all we do is freak
She got a model-like physique
How many secrets can she keep?
See, all these ideas runnin' through my mind, uh
Thinkin' of new ventures, my performance optimized
[?] the acquisition of wealth personified
Even if I ever fall short, at least I tried
Take your elbows off the table, this is fine dining
They can't stop when it's your time, we all have our moments
All the hard work, they never notice
They just see me turnin' up, but the buildup was so imposin'
Chosen
Like Showtime at the Apollo
They tell me I'm the GOAT, and I be like, "I know"
Relentless with the way that I approach the canvas
Got a fetish for that high-grade, I'm blowin' gasses
Lookin' back at no competition; I lapped 'em
Thought you could keep up with me, dawg? What happened?
Lights, camera, action
It's hard to find a caption
Had to put a decade in just to gain some traction

[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]