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[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
A lot of good things gone with the wind
I wanna win, but it's hard in this sin
But then again, I feel blessed with the pen
Kill a demon from within, I'm with the angels once again
A lot of good things gone in the wind
I wanna win, but it's hard in this sin
But then again, I feel blessed with the pen
Kill a demon from within, I'm with the angels once again

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I'm ridin' solo, art with no logo
These cops be robo, killin' n***as for promo
When will this not be accepted?
They do it every day and every week, so it's neglected
I keep a Uzi for protection
I might just flip the switch to fully automatic when it's hectic
Some say I'm steppin' with a deathwish
But I'd give it all up to be free of this oppression
Baby, don't cry - keep your chin up
When you've fallen deep in the sunken place, you gotta get up
Never give up; candidates
Who wants to be a millionaire? Me
So either open the doors or pass me the key
With no degree, my flow can part the seven seas
My need to please and shit on these weak emcees
My enemies, they just watch me gain Gs
Convert the top, roll down the window, feel breeze
I peeped your spot, I got the Glock, with means to pop
The barrel hot, you bleed and rot
I need to stop, but really not, I'm really hot
The cash crop got me targeted by city cops
I count a lot, they'll be harvested by many watts
Before a penny drop, I'll flip you like eggs in the pot
(Tzatatatata! Tzatatatata! Tzatatatatata!)
[Interlude]
Food, you n***as food
You n***as food
You n***as, yeah (Them right there?)
Food, you n***as food
You n***as food
You n***as, yeah

[Chorus: Left Lane Didon]
Peep
A lot of good things gone with the wind
I wanna win, but it's hard in this sin
But then again, I feel blessed with the pen
Kill a demon from within, I'm with the angels once again, yo
A lot of good things gone in the wind
I wanna win, but it's hard in this sin
But then again, I feel blessed with the pen
Kill a demon from within, I'm with the angels once again, yo

[Verse 2: Left Lane Didon]
Excellent, prerequisite evident
Extra tenements; this room is small, it brings the elephant
Atlantic slave trade, descendants is treacherous
Flashback to n***as sellin' us, get your melon bust
The rope was where the branches hang
The curse is broken; what goes around comes around
Shit's a Batarang
A lot of lame bitches mad at Lane, we had a thang
But that moment was me passin' game, yo
I cook the 'lism, sketchbook the prism
All-timers, I took his wisdom, yo, small-timer
Shit, that was Jigga, damn
I'm more wilder when you at lookin' distance
Bam, on it again
Foul like fallen angels lustin' over daughters of men
Heartless within, gone in the wind, uh
Captain is Nathan, I skipped on my way to classification
The opps passed the hatin' and the bag was waitin'
Shit about to jump off
Think I don't know what to do, then you dumb, dawg
You think a monkey don't know what limb to jump on?
You think my young'uns don't walk around with they gun on?
Peep, yo
N***as wet you like the great flood, then tell you, "Stay up"
I'm vertically infinite, you get ate up
Like a tamarind bar, you sour
I put the plate up, then split the proceeds and lift the cake up
This a hard business
The right n***as on the wrong mission, walkin' up blickin'
Ain't no long-distance
Pass the oowop, Fah, I'm gon' wig 'em
Flip you like a boss turned star witness
[Interlude]
Food, you n***as food
You n***as food
You n***as, yeah (Them right there?)
Food, you n***as food
You n***as food
You n***as, yeah

[Outro: Left Lane Didon]
Damn, now that's beyond sickenin'
Who, them n***as? Yeah, right, man
Them n***as been food