Having Security
Bismillah
Wat teeni waz zaitoon
Wa toori sineen
Wa haazal balad-il ameen
Laqad khalaqnal insaana fee ahsani taqweem
Thumma ra dad naahu asfala saafileen
Ill-lal lazeena aamanoo wa 'amilus saalihaati
Falahum ajrun ghairu mamnoon
Fama yu kaz zibuka b'adu bid deen
Alai sal laahu bi-ahkamil haakimeen
Ameen
In my city I'm having security
No way they catch me with a bird
The way that I came from the mud
They cant blame it on me that I'm dirty
All this drama they bringing it burden me
I was down now I'm climbing a money tree
If they dissing me but they below me
Then its not concerning me
Old car used to need a jumpstart
New car got a little push start button
I can solve a problem like Descartes
I can see them lying to my face that's bluffing
I'm 22 in 2023, but I got checks coming in
They knew me then but they stopped listening
And started sleeping in
And woke up asking for the old me again
They don't want the old Khil
The 21, not from London rapping
With my friend again
Manifesting wealth enough to get a benz again
Yeah
While y'all popping pills to chill
Poppin shots for thrills
Poppin off for real, once again
They don't want the old Khil
(The sinister gold grille)
I'm the pinnacle
(Oh yeah)
Some seem cynical, but
(I don't give a fuck)
They ain't self aware
So I interject myself from what I wear
Arms straight out like a handout
Fuck I look like a shelf
Hairy arms looking like a pelt
All this tellin' stories with the stories
I can buy me a library
Bitch you hiding from me
Think she underground hoe, she a prairie
In my city I'm having security
No way they catch me with a bird
The way that I came from the mud
They cant blame it on me that I'm dirty
All this drama they bringing it burden me
I was down now I'm climbing a money tree
If they dissing me but they below me
Then its not concerning me
Watch how fast I get this bread like it's burning me
I'm posted up like a bodega
I'm not the one or the two I'm both
Shawty from Croatia, blushing like rosacea
I'm in your face like a nose
I don't fuck with general population
They be in my space contaminated
I don't feel no relation
Shawty went to graduation
Just to get a paper for participation
Revenge on my timeline
Karma don't lie
If you mess with my side, we crossing lines
Brand new whip, I sit inside, go 125
I got no fear of dying, doctor said I got to try
Wat teeni waz zaitoon
Wa toori sineen
Wa haazal balad-il ameen
Laqad khalaqnal insaana fee ahsani taqweem
Thumma ra dad naahu asfala saafileen
Ill-lal lazeena aamanoo wa 'amilus saalihaati
Falahum ajrun ghairu mamnoon
Fama yu kaz zibuka b'adu bid deen
Alai sal laahu bi-ahkamil haakimeen
Ameen
In my city I'm having security
No way they catch me with a bird
The way that I came from the mud
They cant blame it on me that I'm dirty
All this drama they bringing it burden me
I was down now I'm climbing a money tree
If they dissing me but they below me
Then its not concerning me
Old car used to need a jumpstart
New car got a little push start button
I can solve a problem like Descartes
I can see them lying to my face that's bluffing
I'm 22 in 2023, but I got checks coming in
They knew me then but they stopped listening
And started sleeping in
And woke up asking for the old me again
They don't want the old Khil
The 21, not from London rapping
With my friend again
Manifesting wealth enough to get a benz again
Yeah
While y'all popping pills to chill
Poppin shots for thrills
Poppin off for real, once again
They don't want the old Khil
(The sinister gold grille)
I'm the pinnacle
(Oh yeah)
Some seem cynical, but
(I don't give a fuck)
They ain't self aware
So I interject myself from what I wear
Arms straight out like a handout
Fuck I look like a shelf
Hairy arms looking like a pelt
All this tellin' stories with the stories
I can buy me a library
Bitch you hiding from me
Think she underground hoe, she a prairie
In my city I'm having security
No way they catch me with a bird
The way that I came from the mud
They cant blame it on me that I'm dirty
All this drama they bringing it burden me
I was down now I'm climbing a money tree
If they dissing me but they below me
Then its not concerning me
Watch how fast I get this bread like it's burning me
I'm posted up like a bodega
I'm not the one or the two I'm both
Shawty from Croatia, blushing like rosacea
I'm in your face like a nose
I don't fuck with general population
They be in my space contaminated
I don't feel no relation
Shawty went to graduation
Just to get a paper for participation
Revenge on my timeline
Karma don't lie
If you mess with my side, we crossing lines
Brand new whip, I sit inside, go 125
I got no fear of dying, doctor said I got to try
Credits
Writer(s): Kazi Hossain, Nikhil Patel
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