They go one for the Prophet, two for Islam. Three for the Khutba from the Imam. Four for the mother that birthed my frame. Five for the father 'cause he taught me game.
I see everybody rockin' the same old style. And everyone's sportin' the same profile. And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands. I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams.
Guess who's back. Guess who's back. Guess who's back. Guess who's back. Guess who's back. . I got the skills to pay the bills. I don't pop pills but I send chills.