Bismillah (بسم الله)
-Intro-
My dudes would trap in the same shirts they worked in
I ain’t hiding bitch, all my hearses are burst in!
They wanna chat about fake shells and skurrt Benz
Lurk in with a gat and just talk widdem, there’s worse sins!
-Chorus-
Boy, I don’t spit, when I write a rap it’s the words of gods!
That’s bismillah, if they Quick to Draw I won’t play the odds!
Hoe! They in disguise, not in the 9, Hoe!
I catch a vibe, they tend ta gripe!
Boy, I don’t spit, when I write a rap it’s the words of gods!
That’s bismillah, when I’m Picking 4 I’m not playing odds!
Hoe! I catch the eyes, don’t judge replies, Hoe!
So I'd bе wise to drop the lies!
-Vеrse-
I lived in Akron, but I lost my footing
Now I got blood-stained Kent State hoodies!
They goin' keep acting far as faith they put in
But I cut the dead weight, and net gained duties
They better worry how I make my munnies, Uh!
Dude I been tryna earn a living since I been alive
I’m not the guy who’s always tripping ‘bout a credit line
And I won’t ever write a bar because they’re all implied
Outside I run into more problems, so I stay inside!
When I Get Out, then my Jordan's peel into Tommy Fords
I’m sick rapping 'bout objects that I cannot afford!
I break my back for my job, it always gets me sore
I give it all to my passion, then end up wanting more
Your rhymes are stupid, I strum thru it like Bob Hewitt
You knew to it but construed it, I just knew it!
Chasing tail but she’s lining back, said that y’all threw through it
Jason Taylor, if the fit is green then the drip is suited!
-Chorus-
Boy, I don’t spit, when I write a rap it’s the words of gods!
That’s bismillah, if they Quick to Draw I won’t play the odds!
Hoe! They in disguise, not in the 9, Hoe!
I catch a vibe, they tend ta gripe!
Boy, I don’t spit, when I write a rap it’s the words of gods!
That’s bismillah, when I’m Picking 4 I’m not playing odds!
Hoe! I catch the eyes, don’t judge replies, Hoe!
So I'd be wise to drop the lies!
-Verse-
No gold where the bars be at
If you singing then you all need cap
All bling like the Bronze Knee-Cap
I could shake em, but they all attached
Cuz it’s the same when my gat could blast
Your songs are dated, I’m over-hated, so my praise belated
Sick of the aggravation! done with the self-defacing!
My motivation was created, it ain’t generated!
Voice of a Generation, knocking on heavens basement!
I got some followers I’m Jesus ina Jansport
I got some borrowers they begging for the transport
I’m gonna call it first I’m running short of cash source
I dropped a swallower a wallet grabbing crash course
Rhymes bullet-proof, like a riot shield or an otterbox
My phones commando, I keep the screens to the orthodox
I spit a rhyme and I change my mind, then there’s a pair of docs
I cracked my head, now some CTE could bring harder knocks!
-Chorus-
Boy, I don’t spit, when I write a rap it’s the words of gods!
That’s bismillah, if they Quick to Draw I won’t play the odds!
Hoe! They in disguise, not in the 9, Hoe!
I catch a vibe, they tend ta gripe!
Boy, I don’t spit, when I write a rap it’s the words of gods!
That’s bismillah, when I’m Picking 4 I’m not playing odds!
Hoe! I catch the eyes, don’t judge replies, Hoe!
So I'd be wise to drop the lies!