Ard Adz - Call Me Dirty lyrics

These little kids think I'm the man
And they don't understand that everything
I do is haram
I phoned up my mum
About to open up a shop Maroc
She said son you need to open up Qu'ran
Because Allah's got a different plan
You think you're poor? You
Need to visit Sudan
You haven't visited the Hajj
But you're going jail every week
To visit the gang
How you're living is mad
I'm sorry son I did what I can
Your dad left, you were sitting in prams
I had to work a hundred hours
Just to get me a grand
I got divorced, I never got me a man
I worked hard to make sure my baby
Boy he got all that he can
We got poor, but I stook to the plan


I praised God and put my life in his hands
I hope you do understand
I value you as a man"
You know I hear you with my heart mummy
(What now son?)
But the world's dark mummy
So I get this dark money
Starve for Allah, akhi
I can't let my fam starve
Just to keep Allah happy
All of my dargs trappy
Get it in the dark trackie
Food up in the large cabby
I hope they free my dog Ratty
Is there angels in this world fam?
There's a human here asking
For some help fam
Is there angels
Is there angels in this world fam?
There's a human here asking
For some help fam

Bitches call me baby
All my brothers call me dirty
Need a mill before I'm thirty
All my brothers
Know I'm certi Bitches call me baby
All my brothers call me dirty
Need a mill before I'm thirty
All my brothers know I'm certi
Bitches call me baby
All my brothers call me dirty
Need a mill before I'm thirty
All my brothers know I'm certi
Bitches call me baby
All my brothers call me dirty
Need a mill before I'm thirty
All my brothers know I'm certi

My eyes red, where's my black glasses?
I take mad chances
Tell the label "Fuck your advances"
You can take your hundred bags
Fuck your hundred bags
You can shove it up your fat asses
I get this money on a black R6
I got this Russian Makarov
From the black market
Squeeze the mac, clean the mac, park it
I'm doing evil but I'm clean hearted
I'm like free our kid
Was with your bro the other day
He got my car fixed
I'm still out here on the roads
On my die 'ard shit
You doing life
Turn to Deen it'll make the time pass quick
You doing life
Turn to Deen it'll make the time pass quick
(Ya Allah)

Asleep in my room
It was quarter to five blud
I woke up to a bright
Light making my eyes numb
I jumped out of bed
Who the fucks in my room?
A deep voice replied: "I'm your father
You're my son"
I've only got one dad
I'm the one in your life son
You need to change your ways before
All of your times' done
I gave you many choices
You never made right ones
Yeah you prayed daily
But only when night comes
I blessed you with health
I blessed you with fam
So I stepped on the train
And I was dressed like a tramp
I asked you for change
To go get me some food
You was rude and said no
But just went to the bank
You've done a lot of bad that
I know you ain't regretting
You've done a lot bad, that I'll forgive
But not forgetting
My child I can pass you into heaven
Now tell me what you've done to
Deserve to be let in

Oh Lord, I've been praying for weeks
Every day on my knees
You know my faith isn't weak
But wait
I got a little question for you
I know I've done a lot of sin
But you've put AIDS in the streets
And you created disease
And you put guns in the world
You let these dirty old men
Rape these innocent girls
You got my tugs in the jail, fuck this
Some are innocent males
You got the poor starving
No justice in the states
They're killing more dark skin
Oh my lord, I'm on the floor asking
You got the world up the war
How longs the war lasting?
How longs the war lasting?