Lyrics M.a.D. - Tha God Fahim

M.a.D.

I turn my head from my sorrows
I turn my head from snakes up in the cargo
I turn my head to Wells Fargo
Me and Marlo in the green Volvo
Glenwood days in Chevy car shows
Club obsessions with Atlanta Clark hoes
Marco, brought the flowers
Mark you for death, retract your powers
Jack Bauer, kill you within 24 hours
The smooth sailor
Collect a soul, say a prayer
For my dead homies, we was dragon slayers
Terrific, like Lord Griffith
I’m on some sick shit
Talk the big shit
You softer than wet pig shit
Connect the get wit'
Cherry pie, smoking nimwits
I bless the kids wit'
Street knowledge, you barely lived it
I said you barely lived it
Searching for gold in this cloudy tempest
Conflicted interests
Niggas wanna see you finished
Every 30 seconds is like a minute
It’s been a minute since there’s been less havoc
My niggas roll deep like shaman magic
Lord Daringer cuffed in the cabinet
I’m paranoid they wanna put me in a basket
I reply with a classic