Guillotine Lyrics – Tha God Fahim & Cookin Soul
Singer: Tha God Fahim & Cookin Soul
Title: Guillotine
Go and tell your boss… I need a million dollars
Cookin Soul
Try to get the dough off
Check it out
Realest sh#t you heard in your life
Try to—try to get the dough off
Y—you got heat? You better pop those
We movin’ like gestapos
Through underground potholes, now rock those
Try to get the dough off
Check it out
Try to get the dough off
C’mon now, listen G
Enter the Dragon like Bruce Lee
Cinematic, I capture a movie
I’m shittin’ on n#gg#s like 2-3
Ain’t sh#t little ’bout this Uzi – man, this sh#t heavy duty!
God forbid I gotta use the toolie
You cats is unruly; I’m talkin’ gold, I attract booty
Another message from yours truly
I camе a long way, my mama proud like Trudy
So f#ck a Judge Judy
Only God can judge mе, it get gloomy
Dark clouds over the city; gain power like Fiddy
Control the sh#t like it’s MIDI, the definition of litty
Kick my feet up, watch the money make itself
Herbs and vegetables, that be nutritious, health is wealth
You think you woke ’cause you took a lil’ sea moss?
It’s more to it than just the information in the kiosk
All I do is hit PRs with these bars
Sturdy as the Great Wall – I’m far ahead of y’all
My style go against the laws of physics, 〈.?.〉
How can he keep droppin’ like this, who else did it?
I cut some n#gg#s off for bitin’ my sauce
Tryna jack shine; you can’t steal light from a boss
You can’t compare to dudes who wack
You in your hood flossin’, I’m in your hood givin’ back
〈.?.〉 circumstances that opposites attract
What’s an assault rifle to a motherf#ckin’ bat?
I’m an assault rifle and you a motherf#ckin’ gnat
I can either spray you with the Raid or hit you with the smack
Lay the smackdown with the peoples’ elbow, hell no
Bet I make my words stick like Velcro
Kick my feet up and watch the money make itself, uh
Kick my feet up and watch the money make itself, uh
Kick my feet up and watch the money make itself, uh
Kick my feet up and watch the money make itself
It’s simple mathematics
Now what’s f#ckin’ with that, huh?
It’s simple mathematics
Realest sh#t you heard in your life
Check it out
Try to get the dough off
Try to—try to get the dough off
Y—you got heat? You better pop those
We movin’ like gestapos
Through underground potholes, now rock those
Try to get the dough off
Check it out
C’mon now, listen G
I would say it like this: to all of y’all here who aspire
You know, it’s like my man said, “Have knowledge of self”
That means be realistic
For you to understand me, I’m the type of brother that my definition of success is not for me to be somewhere with a bunch of loot or somethin’ all by myself
That would never work for me
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