Alhamdulillah

Takin’ pills, I can’t, I got a batch on me, nigga
I seen my homie from third grade, took me back to rememberin’
All the cold nights shiverin’, rice crispy, no sugar
I relate to the trenches, I adapt for my brother
I gotta rap to the hustlers, stack the money, don’t fumble
I gotta talk to the killers, don’t get booked for a sucker

-way through the summer
I was cool with all they mamas, really turned me a monster
I couldn’t say what I wanted to, told them, “Get at my mama” (Alhamdulillah)

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I’m down bad, just made up rumors
Funeral be paid all cash ‘cause they don’t insurance
See my mama cryin’ out real tears for the service
Tryna prove how real they is, it made me nervous
Escalade V, this ain’t a Suburban
Don’t betray me ‘cause it ain’t worth it
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