| Came a long way from guns and roses
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| I was on them streets to Islam
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| Now I’m standing up like a soldier
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| Still greet my brother with a palm
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| Waiting on Judgement Day
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| Coulda died in those streets we used to play
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| But now we changed
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| Da-da-da da-da da-da-da
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| We praise his name
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| Allah, Allah
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| Allah, cuz now we changed
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| Da-da-da da-da da-da-da
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| We praise his name
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| Allah, Allah
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| Allah, cuz now we changed
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| The streets raised me but Allah changed me (03)
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| Outside the mosque, looked like ministry (yeah)
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| And on the shoe rack, you saw some worn soles
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| And changed to Nike Air Max and Valentinos
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| Allah placed some guidance in the ghetto
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| Targeting the gangster youths?
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| And now they grow their beards, wrap imamahs and white thobes
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| Yardie boys walking round in Arab clothes
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| I loved Pablo and Sosa, now it’s Khalid bin Walid and Abu Dahdah
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| And in this world full of Kim Ks, I’m tryna find myself Khadijah
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| And I don’t mean a sister that’s a vlogger, nah
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| I mean the one that’s hidden like a treasure, bruh
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| Our women used to hide behind close doors
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| Now they’re all on insta, fighting for exposure
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| I knew gyal that took their clothes off for a 20 note
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| Now they walk past you in the road, you wouldn’t even know
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| Veiled up, letterbox flow, we changed up, go let the world know
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| And now they make these drastic changes all alone
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| There’s a million |