[Verse 1: Krept]
Listen
Who do you belive in? Allah
How do you praise him? Salah
And why do you stray him? Gwolla
Music, Fitna, Ama
Out tryna rake in butter
Man, what a sucker, Cos I know its Haram, ah
Gotta get from the road to Islam, ah
But im from the roads where its hard ta
South London, also known as the Gaza
Where Muslims would rather listen to Tha Carter
Than wise words from the noble Qu'ran, ah
It is a disaster
We replaced Kufis and Thobes for that Dolce Gabana
Subhanahu wa ta'ala, InshAllah
Have mercy on those without Shahadah, [InshAllah]
I swear the Dean's got what no one has to offer
But we chase the Dunya still, and not the hereafter
See a buff gal, Brothers racing to chat her
Or they racing to napa? but ain't racing to Jan'ah
I'm just raising the matter
And man will wake up for Ana, but they won't wake up for Fajr
You should wanna throw stones at the Qibla
Instead man wanna throw, crow in the Rizla
Roll in the ringer, close to the trigger
And take your soul out your figure
My westernised ways, got me losing my balance
This westernised place, got us moving like Kafars
Me without sinning, hard to imagine
But I don't wanna join Shaytan in Jahannam
Astarfirullah, I should be practising Sunnah
But I'm out here, trapped in the Dunya
Instead of splashing more, I actually shoulda
Sent money abroad, gave back to my Ummah
But I blame the roads, Mad ting
I grew up around fuckeries happening
You ain't seen the mans inside cos of shankings
You ain't seen a mans brains blown from a ham ting
Couple older brothers used to give man metal too
And say when you do the ting, It's this you're menna do
Bath in petrol to rid the residue
It's no lies, real shit im tellin you
15 when I first fleed from a M
15 when I first beat on a ...
And that's Wallahi talk, I've been on the ends
This is all from the heart, I don't need to pretend
Couple older man are washed, idiots them
Stuck on the block, I ain't tryna be one of them
The hoods got man, 6 deep or in pen
Got my niggas wishin for their freedom again
I'm really sorry Ma, all them times I was stupid
Had the feds running in the house, cos of shootings
I made you cry a lot, all that shite I was doing
You knew about the gang ting, that's why you were screwing
I promised I'd do Uni for you, and I won't break it
I don't even do it for myself, you know I hate it
But I said I'll make it up to you, so I'll be patient
Cos you know I got another dream and ima chase it
I know you more than miss me
Cos I left home quicker than a normal pitnee
Kept saying be safe, and always kiss me
Cos she knows our hood is more than risky
And ima get you outta there I promise
For now, I'm tryna fill my pockets
Then anything you want I'll cop it
I just wanna get you out, I promise
Listen
Who do you belive in? Allah
How do you praise him? Salah
And why do you stray him? Gwolla
Music, Fitna, Ama
Out tryna rake in butter
Man, what a sucker, Cos I know its Haram, ah
Gotta get from the road to Islam, ah
But im from the roads where its hard ta
South London, also known as the Gaza
Where Muslims would rather listen to Tha Carter
Than wise words from the noble Qu'ran, ah
It is a disaster
We replaced Kufis and Thobes for that Dolce Gabana
Subhanahu wa ta'ala, InshAllah
Have mercy on those without Shahadah, [InshAllah]
I swear the Dean's got what no one has to offer
But we chase the Dunya still, and not the hereafter
See a buff gal, Brothers racing to chat her
Or they racing to napa? but ain't racing to Jan'ah
I'm just raising the matter
And man will wake up for Ana, but they won't wake up for Fajr
You should wanna throw stones at the Qibla
Instead man wanna throw, crow in the Rizla
Roll in the ringer, close to the trigger
And take your soul out your figure
My westernised ways, got me losing my balance
This westernised place, got us moving like Kafars
Me without sinning, hard to imagine
But I don't wanna join Shaytan in Jahannam
Astarfirullah, I should be practising Sunnah
But I'm out here, trapped in the Dunya
Instead of splashing more, I actually shoulda
Sent money abroad, gave back to my Ummah
But I blame the roads, Mad ting
I grew up around fuckeries happening
You ain't seen the mans inside cos of shankings
You ain't seen a mans brains blown from a ham ting
Couple older brothers used to give man metal too
And say when you do the ting, It's this you're menna do
Bath in petrol to rid the residue
It's no lies, real shit im tellin you
15 when I first fleed from a M
15 when I first beat on a ...
And that's Wallahi talk, I've been on the ends
This is all from the heart, I don't need to pretend
Couple older man are washed, idiots them
Stuck on the block, I ain't tryna be one of them
The hoods got man, 6 deep or in pen
Got my niggas wishin for their freedom again
I'm really sorry Ma, all them times I was stupid
Had the feds running in the house, cos of shootings
I made you cry a lot, all that shite I was doing
You knew about the gang ting, that's why you were screwing
I promised I'd do Uni for you, and I won't break it
I don't even do it for myself, you know I hate it
But I said I'll make it up to you, so I'll be patient
Cos you know I got another dream and ima chase it
I know you more than miss me
Cos I left home quicker than a normal pitnee
Kept saying be safe, and always kiss me
Cos she knows our hood is more than risky
And ima get you outta there I promise
For now, I'm tryna fill my pockets
Then anything you want I'll cop it
I just wanna get you out, I promise
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