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Bismillah-ir Rahman-ir Rahim (As-Salaam)
Hamdulilah (As-Salaam-Alaikum)
Rabbil-alamin (Wa-Alaykum As-Salaam)
Ar rahman-ir rahim (Wa-Alaykum As-Salaam)
Maliki-o yawmiddin (wooooh)
Iyyaka na'budu wa iyyaka nasta'in
Ihdinas Sirat-al can't forget mustaqim
Yeah, tryna get up, out here knocking
He looking like daddy I'm eating
This bottle ain't done
Micky Mouse what my lil ngga watching
I keep hearing knocking, it hit me
I thought about Suge
Posted up with my lil youngin Lyles
Run in my condo they shoot down
On me and my son
Tore my shit up, detective she cool
Made a call to my lawyer
Got out on 100k bond hit 'em
(where they go) , talkin bout the victim
Apology to my hitters
I gotta get'em before they kill us
Prosecutor not with it us
They need the jury to deliver
Looking and Looking I found the
Nigga that was with us
Couple killers who with it
Ready to get at your guerrillas
Gun in my face, told the law I surrender
Top floor of my condo won't
Jump out this window
The life that I live, I told ALLAH protect me
This lethal weapon is all I remember
Dope in that "Stolo" I drove like a renter
Btch it got real, and he knew he be
Haters they wishing
They catch me lacking and slipping
Convict me, I won't let them do it
No weapon against me shall prosper I promise
So you want this chain you
Gon' have to shoot me
Here come that Uzi, Calico, 44
That Ruger no upping it unless I use it
I was just broke, in a btch, eating noodles
Now I'm with Junior when I'm out In Houston
Trap with that Rifle, bad like I'm Michael
Oh you a street fighter
Get hit with Hadouken
They feel my pain when they turn on my music
Btch eat my dick then I burn off and lose it
Yeah!
They don't know my struggle
They hate that I made it (I made it yeah)
I come from nothing my stomach was aching
(I was fcked up)
Btches wouldn't fck me they say I was basic
(I was basic)
And they wouldn't give me nothing
Not even no conversation
(they wouldn't talk to me yeah)
But I stood up like a soldier
And told them keep hating (bombaclot boi)
Came from the streets my struggle bleak
When I step on that pavement
(we na murda boi yeah)
The way I held it down you
Can tell I was anxious (for real)
Ain't that a bitch my nggas switched
When they seen I got paper
It's larger than life I know they
Want to come after me
Look what you doing, you leading the youth
When they interrogate you, about the Islamic
Nation, just know that there's power
You speaking the truth
There's a strong combination
They treat him like
'Pac but he talk like he Malcolm
I sleep in a zoo when I stand in the booth
Another brother never do what I do
I'm a fool, I make a hater salute
I was just broke, how could you hate me
I slept on the floor, my food was outdated
Same nggas I love, now they want to snake me
ALLAH forgive me if I have to take em
Go to the funeral, that is outrageous
40 Glock on my hip, make him rockabye baby
Got down on my knees and prostrated
I made it
Society hate me, they say that I'm crazy
They don't know my struggle
They hate that I made it (I made it yeah)
I come from nothing my stomach was aching
(I was fcked up)
Btches wouldn't fck me they say I was basic
(I was basic)
And they wouldn't give me nothing
Not even no conversation
(they wouldn't talk to me yeah)
But I stood up like a soldier
And told them keep hating (bombaclot boi)
Came from the streets my struggle bleak
When I step on that pavement
(me na murda boi yeah)
The way I held it down you
Can tell I was anxious (I was anxious)
Ain't that a bitch my nggas switched
When they seen I got paper
As-Salaam-Alaikum, Islam Nation huh
Wa rahmatullah, I trap with that gun
You better run, I'm gon' hold my Tom
Yehehe yooo
WRITERS
MELVIN A NOBLE
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Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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