Muslim Belal, Moosa R2I - Paid In Full lyrics
[Muslim Belal, Moosa R2I - Paid In Full lyrics]
Fee sabeelillah, they should show more love
Yo, I'm from the era of paid in full
I have to watch Sumaya grow in the
Era of vloggers playing the fool
The more you show now the more you call
I learnt less is more
We showed less and got more respect
This game's changing right before my eyes
I didn't wanna be seen
Now these clowns uploading their whole life
They use the internet to build their fame
If it wasn't for YouTube
The streets wouldn't know your name
Patrick Cox when we stepped in the rave
Them Nike Air 120s when we
Stepped on the pave
I lived that life where death
Was just a bang away
Then we turned to religion
That's preparation for the grave
Now everybody's got something to say
They wasn't there when the
357 banger mactin spray
Now they comment underneath my posts
They must think I'm one
Of these Muslim celebrities, doing the most
I done some poetry about my life
I'd rather that then see the cocaine
On the tip of my knife
Half of us can't even sleep at night
Walking round with that smile on your
Face but you're lost in life
"This is haraam"
What the Shaykh used to tell me
Now I see the same Shaykh
On Instagram taking a selfie
Turned our back on our own community
Like black isn't beautiful
They sending me back to my community
We love to see each other fail
We get excited about gossip and a
Brand new rumour to tell
And we hate to see each other do well
They ignored my progress
And paid attention to my back steps
If you knew how much bites my back gets
They're like mosquitoes
They're literally putting holes in my clothes
But, it's cool, it keeps me in my toes
They gonna regret it when the
Sound of the trumpet blows
Fee sabeelillah, they should show more love
(Trust me, they really should show more love
If they understood where man's coming from
From the era of Paid in Full, the realness)
Yeah, uh, 10 years or 9
Had to buss one strap
Touch one gat, move one pack, one crack
Don't get it twisted, little youngers
I could still crack a skull cap
Take it way back, before drill, before trap
What happened to real rap
I'm about to bring it back
Punchlines and kickbacks
Young gs disrespecting OGs
And glorifying snitches
Gangsters online and they're talking
'bout the business
Came from an era, only feds took the pictures
Young gs acting all feminine and batty
I don't eat meat
So it's saltfish and the ackee
Coke and bread and patty, Uhud be the tracky
Fee sabeelillah, they should show more love
Yo, I'm from the era of paid in full
I have to watch Sumaya grow in the
Era of vloggers playing the fool
The more you show now the more you call
I learnt less is more
We showed less and got more respect
This game's changing right before my eyes
I didn't wanna be seen
Now these clowns uploading their whole life
They use the internet to build their fame
If it wasn't for YouTube
The streets wouldn't know your name
Patrick Cox when we stepped in the rave
Them Nike Air 120s when we
Stepped on the pave
I lived that life where death
Was just a bang away
Then we turned to religion
That's preparation for the grave
Now everybody's got something to say
They wasn't there when the
357 banger mactin spray
Now they comment underneath my posts
They must think I'm one
Of these Muslim celebrities, doing the most
I done some poetry about my life
I'd rather that then see the cocaine
On the tip of my knife
Half of us can't even sleep at night
Walking round with that smile on your
Face but you're lost in life
"This is haraam"
What the Shaykh used to tell me
Now I see the same Shaykh
On Instagram taking a selfie
Turned our back on our own community
Like black isn't beautiful
They sending me back to my community
We love to see each other fail
We get excited about gossip and a
Brand new rumour to tell
And we hate to see each other do well
They ignored my progress
And paid attention to my back steps
If you knew how much bites my back gets
They're like mosquitoes
They're literally putting holes in my clothes
But, it's cool, it keeps me in my toes
They gonna regret it when the
Sound of the trumpet blows
Fee sabeelillah, they should show more love
(Trust me, they really should show more love
If they understood where man's coming from
From the era of Paid in Full, the realness)
Yeah, uh, 10 years or 9
Had to buss one strap
Touch one gat, move one pack, one crack
Don't get it twisted, little youngers
I could still crack a skull cap
Take it way back, before drill, before trap
What happened to real rap
I'm about to bring it back
Punchlines and kickbacks
Young gs disrespecting OGs
And glorifying snitches
Gangsters online and they're talking
'bout the business
Came from an era, only feds took the pictures
Young gs acting all feminine and batty
I don't eat meat
So it's saltfish and the ackee
Coke and bread and patty, Uhud be the tracky
Fee sabeelillah, they should show more love