Released: January 25, 2019

Featuring: Kevin Gates

Songwriter: DJ Kay Slay Kevin Gates

Producer: Patrick Carmelo

[Verse 1]
Fresh outta jail, no comin' short
I gotta earn another purple heart
Straight to the kitchen, down to the nickel
I need 16, two and a quarter
Workin' my soldiers, playin' it smarter, no hand to hand, I ain't takin' orders
Do it like P, label QC, I'm tryna sign me a couple artists (Takeoff!)
AP's came, breadwinner gang, now the chain hang drippin' water
Molly boof thang, workin' blue flame, in my new thang, I'm retarded
Eat a pussy, finger-lickin' chicken wing, give her dang-a-lang, she ain't walkin'
Then I slap dick on lil' mama forehead, get some brain and never call her (Hello?)
No complainin' on it, it's a name for it, I ain't knowin' what to call it
I'm a real street nigga, I don't meet niggas, I don't feel like being bothered
You could be a king or a president, to Allah you are unimportant (Who are you?)
Had my heart broken by my partners, I'm a rich nigga with a problem

[Chorus]
Talkin' money that's mandatory
Stayin' focused that's mandatory (Lets go!)
Bread lookin' like a sandwich on me
I do this here on the regular
Grindin' takin' over new cities
Cook boy with my lieutenants
Taaleem service every Wednesday
I do this here on the regular
Makin' ghusul yeah that's a holy shower
Read the masjid every Friday
Get fresh, only rock designer
I do this here on the regular
Sorry you not on the schedule
I do this here on the regular
Can't get in touch on the cellular
I do this here on the regular

[Verse 2]
Half-ass lawyer wasn't really shit, look what the system did me out in Florida
I was innocent, they say I kicked the bitch steady grabbin' on me while performin'
They took me from my only daughter, my sons really need a father
Had a outdate but it came and went Illinois said I had a warrant
Love, truth, peace, freedom, justice, Moroccan flag what I honor
In Chiraq, lookin' in the eyes of a cracker you are not my honor
Gave me thirty months with a smile on his face, took my lick and I ain't argue
No protest and no testimonies, stay quiet comin' home flawless
Study law, comin' home awesome
No Instagram, no talkin'
Maceo Haziz, mad up in the crib, when he break the seal, we ballin'
On the phone with the G-Roam demonstrate a thought that's often
I'm a real Muslim like Larry Hoover and Jeff Fort, I'm part, impartial

[Interlude]
Yeah
One represents all and all represents one
You know
They said we was fuckin' gang members, nigga that ain't no shit to be ashamed of, nigga
We had tribes and everything that we belong to
We are the best of humanity you heard
Kun Fayakun
When Allah decree the matter, he simply said "Be" and it was
All well
You know when I greet my brothers it's "As-salāmu ʿalaykum"
"Wa ʿalaykumu s-salām"
"You well sir?", "Yes sir, all well"
We speak to each other with the best of speech, you heard me
Upright, independent, and fearless, we turn our back to no opposition
Yes sir all well
Yes sir all well
Yes sir all well

[Chorus]
Talkin' money that's mandatory
Stayin' focused that's mandatory
Bread lookin' like a sandwich on me
I do this here on the regular
Grindin' takin' over new cities
Cook boy with my lieutenants
[?] every Wednesday
I do this here on the regular
Makin' ghusul yeah that's a holy shower
Read the Masjid every Friday
Get fresh, only rock designer
I do this here on the regular
Sorry you not on the schedule
I do this here on the regular
Can't get in touch on the cellular
I do this here on the regular

[Outro]
[?][3:15]
In the name of Allah, most gracious, most merciful
All praises due to Allah the cherish and sustain of all the worlds
Most gracious, most merciful
Master of the dead judgement
You alone do we worship and your aid do we seek
Guide us to the straight way
And the way of those in which you have bestowed your blessings
Not in the way of those who have encouraged your wrath
[?] and have gone astray
Like I say, we were commanded to be peaceful with all humanity
For they all our brothers in humanity but they are not our brothers in faith

DJ Kay Slay

Born in New York City, New York and raised in the East River Projects in Harlem, Keith Grayson started as a prominent graffiti artist and DJ, then known as DJ KG, and, at the age of 16, was featured in Style Wars, a 1983 hip-hop documentary.

He touched on his come-up during a Rap Radar interview in 2012:

I DJ’d and I did graffiti, I did everything, you know? I have pictures so, you know, some people can talk about it. Everybody really knew me but it was never a thing I did for money.