Get the money get the cream, God willing man Ameen
I don't want gold, going gold is the dream
Smokin' weed, knowin' it's haram but I'm a fiend
5th year student, still schoolin' on these beats
I'm just tryna keep the peace as a Muslim on the scene
Brown boy livin' but the skin lookin cream
I'm just out here driven by the music since a teen
Kept it hidden from my dad, cause he wasn't keen
On the language that it had that was in the mainstream
I think he worried how it would affect me and my deen
I'd say it hasn't changed but that's a lie, cause I mean
I don't think God wants me smokin' on this tree
But I wouldn't say, music's been the one to do these things
I take responsibility when it comes to how I be
I just be thinkin' about, if it's different than it seems
But I guess I'll find out, when they come down with they wings
Man Ameen
Get the money get the cream, God willin' man Ameen
I'm just tryna chase my dreams 'fore I'm under six feet
Things been pretty different since my dad's no longer here
Only one who understood me more than my peers
Always kept me close, gave advice about my fears
Only other thing that was music to my ears
Remember getting the call, I had just bought some new gear
Gear I still use to get the audio clear
Was in the UK, tryna reach a whole new tier
But it came crashing down with the news I had to hear
Been gone two years, that's crazy to even say
Wish I recalled more from way back in the day
You was my idol, I know that's against our ways
But what else you supposed to say about the man that had you raised
I been on a different page, lately I just been afraid
You were supposed to make it now I'm left with all this pain
Tell me now Baba, need your advice for me to save
Me from my ways, 'fore I'm put into my grave
Man Ameen
Get the money get the cream, God willin' man Ameen
I'm just tryna chase my dreams 'fore I'm under six feet