And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? How many people in your life, thugs is true? And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? Thugs need love to.

I'm rhyming sloppy, wishing for a seed to call me pappy, god bless me to be truly happy, thugging since I was in nappies, but lord god they looking down on us, refused a seat at the table like Rosa on the bus, mum dont cry baby please hush, playing one of my tracks in the madrassa man, yo play it again sam, we saving and scraping to see holy land, they see what we do and thats that, what we do is write poetry and rap, not talking about the guns clap, we wanna put Islam back on the map, and once thats done maybe I can take a nap, in the dirt with my buddies in the earth, i wanna go from the hearse, to jannah keeping warm around the hearth, laughing in mirth, you heard it here first.

And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? How many people in your life, thugs is true? And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? Thugs need love to.