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Zuchinni Blossom Whiff Cheese Grits

by Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim

on Dollar menu 3 (2017), Dollar Menu 3: Dump Gawd Edition

Man, fuck this nigga Mach!

[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
You
Got to do what you got to do
To
Know that anything's possible
Move
Or ain't nothing stopping you
(We all started from the beginning)

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Check it
In the beginning it was all stressful
I had to grind
'Cause constantly life test you
The test of time, will it give?
Dibble and dabblin' with whoever
Tryna come up with words that sound clever
Back before eyes was on me, I was perfecting the craft
Couldn't really share my art 'cause I knew niggas would laugh

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
Uh
Bounce along
I can see it in your eyes
You miles from home
I can be there in the side, but not a mo-
Lotta' bones, this is witches graveyard
Fag, you not alone
Pick up the sticks like Clyde, stubble fear ran up on buy you Maharaja, then flip
We might ‘unk a sale, fuck a feel, give me tangible shit
Enough to build, ranch homes-
Whip the carriage from Benz
My bitch crashed the coach cab
Actin' manners not a carriage, Hermès
The salad was Waldorf, I shell a walnut with my palm dawgs
I Prada up culture condors
Give you fucks a ultimatum
You can either die or get rich, percent a cut
You sipping out the cup of hatred
Niggas grafting the gravy, baby
You couldn't add up all the math, computer love is crazy