[Introduction] · letra

(Refrain): Mad Sadiq

Mad Sadiq

My name is Ahmad Jackson and I am here to broadcast my opinion on life

Verse 1

Okay it's time to get out of my way Coming out swinging right out of the gates Most of these popular rappers are fake Mad will never be one to play games Went through the struggle I know what's at stake Possibly I can be one of the greats Tryna spread love but they all wanna hate Shine even brighter when hater's throw shade Woah, aye, go 'head admit Lyrics are holy he's heavenly sent Speaking the truth that is heavenly drenched In the waters, was established by Mick Jenkins, we have a similar intent Show that the system is currently bent Promised mama that her son will be rich Do everything to get us out this trench Soon I'll be able to pay for her rent Go downtown and buy the whole Ritz Leaving these crackers all salty like RITZ Lyrics are fire, my projects are lit Highly praised, yea my name is Ahmad DIQ with the flow he gon' prosper with gods I'm the type to always beat the odds Me and my crew out here working, we mob Do what I love it's not even a job These little artists they corny like cobs Prol-ly try to write a similar line Always rolling with peculiar dimes Style is different but constantly fly Food for your soul I have a different kind Food for your thoughts if you want piece of mine Hol' up, if you want piece of mind No won't sugar coat it I will tell the whole truth Bow to your highness when I'm in the both Probably won't ever sign to get through Cause labels be 'round artists necks like a noose

Major Zay

In a world tainted with the poison of society

The Starrkeisha Choir

I will follow Him Follow Him where ever he may go And near Him I always will be For nothing can keep me away He is my destiny I will follow Him (Okay ladies now let's get in formation) Ever since he touched my heart, I knew (Okay, ladies now let's get in formation) There isn't an ocean too deep A mountain so high it can keep Keep me away, away from his love My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils Earned all this money, but they never take the country out me I got hot sauce in my bag, swag I will follow Him (Cause I slay, I slay, I slay, I slay, all day) Follow Him where ever he may go (I slay, I slay, I slay) There isn't an ocean too deep (We gon' slay, gon' slay, we gon' slay, gon' slay) A mountain so high it can keep (I slay, I slay, I slay, I slay) Keep me away, away from his love