Lyrics Blade Fordge - Tha God Fahim, Mach-Hommy

Blade Fordge

The end’s approachin'
Standin' over dead enemies, toastin'
With little to no emotion, I’m goin' out chosen
Done it with no promotion, yo, watch the hypnosis
Fiends stay overdosin' while income grosses
The anger and the misery, danger in your memory
Need more artillery, 'cause niggas is out
They wanna put holes in your confidence to trigger the doubt
So I study the ins and outs to make bigger amounts
It’s hard to figure out and separate that line of ally and opp
It never stops, I bake th cake and throw it in a knot
To keep me rollin' in the drop
My chst is on the rocks from necklaces I rock
Keep workin' and never hold your spot
I hold it down with the golden sound
How it’s goin' down, there’s plenty dough to go around
Behold the sound, what was lost was found
If you ain’t know about it then, you gon' know it now
I hold it down with the golden sound
How it’s goin' down, there’s plenty dough to go around
Behold the sound, what was lost was found
If you ain’t know about it then, you gon' know it now