[Lyric] Look What You Done (Tha God Fahim & Nicholas Craven)

[Verse]
Uh, uh
Ain't no fault in my lines, I got plenty damage to deal
Lay the sauce on my rhymes, all my orders got fulfilled
The plot thickens in the event of danger
I'm 'bout my ticket, don't like to deal with strangers
Don't be a victim of your own anger
I stash the rifle like a long ranger, maybe
You try to play me then you in some waters waist-deep
'Cause I keep heat that'll fire just like a skillet
When I pull heat, like barbecue, I'ma grill it, uh
More money, more fame, more pleasure
My status like a dragon, all I do is hoard treasures
For all my illustrations, all I do is use letters
And from my past demonstrations, I'm just gettin' more better
Faces get sour when I pull up in that black thing
I push the iron through the city like Batman
The temperature be rising, but what more can we expect?
In this land of war, got me fending off any threats
I hunt and gather for the check, playoff 'cause I'm the best
Every time I hit the paint, it's layup with no regrets
I got the first take and I ain't talking bout sports
I bomb first on the enemy, this pressure full court
I wanna know your source, I got a preface for the Porsche
Or the big body Benz or the Lexuses, of course
The wrist cost 20 and the neck cost 50
My bank account chin on Canelo times sixty
With the blink of an eye, the whip go from zero to sixty
My biceps flex like Ronnie Coleman in Olympia
Liftin' big arms that's rock solid to diminish ya
Rockin' big charms, this truck jewelry isn't miniature
Four season hotel, I spent four nights
Wrote forty rhymes, then I put 'em on ice
So much fire in my notepad, yo, this my real life
Don't ask me what I'm cooking, when it's done you'll know
I get to cheffin' up another beat, it's tag, toe
I get to cheffin' up, load up a beat, I'm on go!