Play Ground Legend - Tha God Fahim, Mach-Hommy

Keep the money stack, run up a hundred-pack

Re-up and run it back, Benjamin, I’m in love with that

Comin' in last place just ain’t a option

Winning is toxic;

the blessings and the profits

OGs constantly reminded me to do the knowledge

I never did the college, got a degree in whatchacallit

I only make deposits, money, gotta pressure wash it

I run a check up off of any stress, make extra off it

Uh, I’m a hustler by nature, you can trust I’m 'bout paper

From dusk to dawn, I’m on capers

So I can shine off major

So don’t test, 'cause my razor got mindless behavior

Channelin' anger, I can rhyme through the danger

My advice: never trust that candy from a stranger

You fuck with me, you dancin' on blades

I put the G in the gauge, and the I in the pistol

The H in the Heckler, and the M in the missile

The T in the Taurus, you screamin' the chorus

My schemes is enormous, hotter than porridge

The triple sevens, all for it, mash the pedal and floor it

I’m never lettin' off

Feel acoustic reflections from the metal lettin' off

You’ll be takin' a loss with chunks flyin' off, I’ll be takin' the sauce

And still I maintain my lane in the game

strings, turn up the bass and gain, fix my vocal chain, uh