As-salamu alaykum Lyrics

Seriously I cannot quit

I cannot give anything less than a thousand

A thing

A thousand a tip

I make my music for the person I was

And for the person I will be

The person I will be

The person I will see

Can't go out like Will, see

I can't go out with a Wilson

My stuff is not my friend

I'm a killing, living man

I am afraid I don't live with a plan

Still I take movement

I make with my hands

I'm an artist

I make with my hands

I'm the hardest

I kill for my plans

I'm an artist

I fight for my land

While trying to bring it down

I make with my hands

Fuck all the war and the fake moves

Please don't fall for more fake news

They talk about Muslins hate Jews

You ever wallah

As-salamu alaykum

If you ever meet them how could you hate them

How could you hate them

Frankly I rate them

Rice better than Naija and the Jamaicans

And one they do not keep no fake friends

If you not up, then you up, go and meet them

Stop saying fuckshit, delete them

There are more radical white kids and ni- well

Maybe let me not self snitch on us

What is what is the plot against

What is the plot my friend

I will never back down again

I will just keep playing them

Planning up

Playing on pen

Don't go to a protest with your phone in your hand

If you think they not traveling, tracking you down

Traveling tracking the town

Fuck that shit I am not a rebel now

I'm just a nigga trying to live

But turns out you just a figure of state

Worth less than three fifths