"Delicate Lifestyle" lyrics
(feat. Husalah & TrueQ)
If you wonder why he selling white
Barely a pre-teen tryna live a better life
All he wanted for Christmas was a PlayStation
He grew up in the projects, the game laced him
Moms used to buy crack with him in the stroller
And get mad at the dealer if the shit was soda
Seen cold bodies stiff, given tips to rollers
Same leg hitters, stick niggas it's a holdup
Ain't nothin' funny, stop smiling
All the homies on the block wildin'
And I'm strapped with pistols if you niggas got problems
Even the toughest buff niggas on yo block hollin'
Once you spot 'em you shot 'em
Once you got 'em you dive in your getaway car
All the homies that's' hear today gon' tomorrow
Will he make it through the storm? Wishin' on the star
Since the day he was born he never knew his pa'
Living life confused until he found Allah
Allahu Akbar the straight path which is the Sunnah
Yeah it's the deepest thoughts I think that bring you closer to me
Opportunities others had wasn't open to me
(You know I'm saying)
I can't hold back on this one
When I was youth I was too poor to pay attention
Moms gave it her all but only fall when Islam was missing
The life Ramadan the only time I fight my addictions
Time to search for something different
Cause the world seems suspicious
The west looking at me like I'm all that we got
No time for rap right now blood it's time to recop
Instead of searching for an answer man I make a Salat
Beg Allah for forgiveness cause I almost forgot
What I'm here for was lost and was blind but I still saw
(You know I'm saying)
I wasn't certain
Pops died, I didn't cry but inside I'm hurtin'
Life is wild, innocent youth, delicate lifestyle
Ayo, peace to my brothas that make Salat
Get dumb money, haram, still [?]
Hey yo I slip a lot, my grip on Islam was all I got
I'm ripping this rhyme before I get locked
By the time I get back prolly on my [?]
But as now though I'm living foul yo
Risking my life through these magnums and wild hoes
Tryna be the illest fool man, tryna style clothes
Tryna stay ill, instead of tryna bill
Sold crack all my life, many dreams I killed
Many girls I dissed, what kind of world is this?
You young and your beautiful baby, but we'll never kiss
For the simple fact you out there without no healthcare
Any nigga pull on 24th you say "Hell yeah"
And tell the truth have you checked yourself?
All jokes aside are you in good health?
Man, prolly not cause you walkin' out there blind
Tryna hop in every scraper, yokin' and playin' knots
Second and MacArthur, meet me at the Mosque
Where you can find the black Muslim girls wrapped in silk
Prettier than video girls, without flashing [?]
Bismillah [?] Raheem
In the name of Allah, Ali, [?] the king
Peace [?] Seitan regime
Barely a pre-teen tryna live a better life
All he wanted for Christmas was a PlayStation
He grew up in the projects, the game laced him
Moms used to buy crack with him in the stroller
And get mad at the dealer if the shit was soda
Seen cold bodies stiff, given tips to rollers
Same leg hitters, stick niggas it's a holdup
Ain't nothin' funny, stop smiling
All the homies on the block wildin'
And I'm strapped with pistols if you niggas got problems
Even the toughest buff niggas on yo block hollin'
Once you spot 'em you shot 'em
Once you got 'em you dive in your getaway car
All the homies that's' hear today gon' tomorrow
Will he make it through the storm? Wishin' on the star
Since the day he was born he never knew his pa'
Living life confused until he found Allah
Allahu Akbar the straight path which is the Sunnah
Yeah it's the deepest thoughts I think that bring you closer to me
Opportunities others had wasn't open to me
(You know I'm saying)
I can't hold back on this one
When I was youth I was too poor to pay attention
Moms gave it her all but only fall when Islam was missing
The life Ramadan the only time I fight my addictions
Time to search for something different
Cause the world seems suspicious
The west looking at me like I'm all that we got
No time for rap right now blood it's time to recop
Instead of searching for an answer man I make a Salat
Beg Allah for forgiveness cause I almost forgot
What I'm here for was lost and was blind but I still saw
(You know I'm saying)
I wasn't certain
Pops died, I didn't cry but inside I'm hurtin'
Life is wild, innocent youth, delicate lifestyle
Ayo, peace to my brothas that make Salat
Get dumb money, haram, still [?]
Hey yo I slip a lot, my grip on Islam was all I got
I'm ripping this rhyme before I get locked
By the time I get back prolly on my [?]
But as now though I'm living foul yo
Risking my life through these magnums and wild hoes
Tryna be the illest fool man, tryna style clothes
Tryna stay ill, instead of tryna bill
Sold crack all my life, many dreams I killed
Many girls I dissed, what kind of world is this?
You young and your beautiful baby, but we'll never kiss
For the simple fact you out there without no healthcare
Any nigga pull on 24th you say "Hell yeah"
And tell the truth have you checked yourself?
All jokes aside are you in good health?
Man, prolly not cause you walkin' out there blind
Tryna hop in every scraper, yokin' and playin' knots
Second and MacArthur, meet me at the Mosque
Where you can find the black Muslim girls wrapped in silk
Prettier than video girls, without flashing [?]
Bismillah [?] Raheem
In the name of Allah, Ali, [?] the king
Peace [?] Seitan regime
