Pitiful - Tha God Fahim

nigga, why we can’t?

Straight up

Uh

Just let that ride for a second

Uh

And keep your head up young man

This world that we live in is now gettin' like quicksand

It takes you down slow, so it’s harder to rise

I gotta recognize where the issue lies

My mind’s a weapon I specalize in

It’s no surprise in the hate that I’m gettin' is not the act of wise men

Defiant, some people are so foolish

I see a nail, I got a hammer?

I’ma use it

And woman no cry now

for the bullshit to die down

You niggas so pitiful;

I push the coupe, chains on, you pitiful?

Blast the Koch, leave you layin' in critical

Doctors said the chances that you make it is minimal

I’m livin' by the God’s constitution

All you niggas bitin' my style, pay restitution

I’m winnin' while you dudes losin'

As I get closer to the finish, all you dudes snoozin' (Uh, yeah, yeah)

Gotta prioritize, play it smart

Twelve lurkin' after dark, waitin' on a nigga, Lord

Gotta plan, plot, strategize, better recognize

All these fakes that you see in your third eye

Mind is a weapon that I specialize in

They crooked-owl smiles like camouflage

Sometimes, then, that’s why I

Keep my third eye open, trust in my intuition, I hope you listenin'

Kids dyin', single mothers come up missin'

Now who payin' for the funeral costs?

Cold world, the weak souls lost

Better stay strong and prioritize

Know this life hard, Lord, get blasted on the cardboard

Uh, I’m eatin', these white boys get away with murder

The same case a Black man is in with the court with

Why I’m walkin' 'round with it, nigga, yeah

Everybody wake up with the same chance to get it, nigga

Ridin' with Tha God, stack pay 'til the richest, nigga

God Fah got a problem?

I’m like «Bruh, pick a nigga»

Br-r-r-r!