Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Astaghfirullah, artist - Stalley. Album song Cake, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Collar Gang
Song language: English
Astaghfirullah |
| I’m a prophet who profit off of hot bars |
| I push the laws to the limit because I got none |
| Defeat the evil and darkness with the hot sun |
| I’m everybody’s top gun |
| The numero uno, never pseudo, they tried to curse me like voodoo |
| But I’m blessed like Tutu (So blessed) |
| Spiritual but I keep the tool too, Allah bless my soul |
| Grant 'em knowledge and wisdom, they never test my goal |
| I been managing anger but my tolerance been on low |
| They say don’t bottle problems and pride cause you probably just gon' blow |
| And watch how you treat others, you reap what you sow |
| But I speak with no code, everything blatantly spoke |
| I’m out the mode of the truth tellers |
| Get out of line, send your family to suit sellers |
| Don’t get over-zealous or too jealous |
| Cause I chop more than a line when I send your head through these propellers |
| It’s the evil that men do |
| I don’t like you, I ain’t trying to pretend to |
| You ain’t the homie, you ain’t know who I’m kin to |
| You ain’t seen the struggle you don’t know what I’ve been through |
| It’s middle fingers up when I pull up and bend through |
| I used to ride the train, now I pull up in Benz coupe |
| Most wouldn’t survive through the life that I’ve been through |
| A bunch of fake love from family and friends too |
| And they wonder why I’m always on my solo shit |
| Introverted life, I never show 'em shit |
| Built it on my own, I’m talking brick by brick |
| They tried to break my confidence, I took lick after lick |
| But all scars heal and all tears dry |
| I just hope I leave imprints before I touch the sky |
| If you run and tell my story make sure it’s televised |
| Cause this revolution in me, it will never die |
| It’s the evil that men do |
| I don’t like you, I ain’t trying to pretend to |
| You ain’t the homie, you ain’t know who I’m kin to |
| You ain’t seen the struggle you don’t know what I’ve been through |
| It’s middle fingers up when I pull up and bend through |
| I used to ride the train, now I pull up in Benz coupe |
| Most wouldn’t survive through the life that I’ve been through |
| A bunch of fake love from family and friends too |