Non Believer
Last thing I wanna do is die in the middle of my crime
Like me have a shoutout with some guys
Or leavin' a lick if somethin' go wrong
Or in a disbelievin' state of mind while intoxicated
I don't wanna die a non-believer, hmm
I don't wanna die in a disbelievin' state of mind
I don't wanna burn no more of y'all, shoot, hmm
I pray that all the dirt I do is justified
Wakin' up in cold sweats like every middle of the night
Please, don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
I got a MINK on, it's the middle of July
Stayin' safe this time 'cause I'm so tired of sayin', "Sorry"
I was needin' something, but instead, it came and found me
Now if they miss, you goin' jet black
Now if they miss, you goin' jet black, hey
I pray that all the mess I made is justified
Perrier-Jouët, I switch from champagne to the wine
Poke so many windows, I got glass all in my eyes
Before you lift me up, let me enjoy this high
On Christmas, I'ma buy Omari somethin' that make him cry
Lord knows I'm not perfect but I try to make it right
On Rosh Hashanah, I can turn into a vulture
On Yom Kippur, I can turn into werewolf
Would you give me somethin' to drink if I was in the hell fire?
I travel all the way to Mecca on my barefoot
To find the truth 'cause I don't like when people tell lies
On Yom Kippur, I always turn into a wolf
Put the Glock in the converter and it turn into a rifle
Gunpowder in my dreads, I'm smokin' paper out the Bible
I convert to Jewish shit and convertible, topless
It's a crescent moon shinin' on us above the projects
I don't wanna pass away in a disbelievin' mindset
I don't wanna die a non-believer
I can hear the trumpets blowin' right here where I'm standin'
The world gonna end on Friday, just remember that I said it
God has many names, if it ain't Yahweh, then it's Allah
Before you take your panties off, baby, take you Shahada
I don't wanna die a non-believer
I be with the Z's, I push a button like the mail
I been on my deen, I bet I never missed a prayer
Squashin' all the beef and I'm no longer eatin' swine
Doin' it for Allah, already did it for the vine
I don't wanna die in a disbelievin' state of mind
I don't wanna die a non-believer
Wakin' up in cold sweats like every middle of the night
Please, don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
I don't wanna die a non-believer, hmm
I don't wanna die in a disbelievin' state of mind
I don't wanna burn no more of y'all, shoot, hmm
I pray that all the dirt I do is justified
Wakin' up in cold sweats like every middle of the night
Please, don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
You know, I pray that all the dirt I do and all the mess I made is justified
Like, you know, I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous
You know what I'm sayin'? God
I don't wanna die a non-believer
Yeah, nobody wanna die in the middle of they crime
Imagine you, you go ahead lickin' and you run in the bank and get shot
I'm sayin', you runnin' out the bank and get caught by the police
Or, you know, you just took too long
Fuckin' with this iron, came up off of dying
Forgive me, Lord, I'm tryin' (I'm tryin')
And I got the medical form aligned
Devil on my spine, but I know you got my back, never left Lil Yak behind
Leave me when I'm blind
Never leave me like you lead me
Today I need a readin'
Say, "Keep on killin' these niggas"
Let me enjoy this high
Until I get a cleanin'
'Cause I don't wanna die on these jiggas
Like me have a shoutout with some guys
Or leavin' a lick if somethin' go wrong
Or in a disbelievin' state of mind while intoxicated
I don't wanna die a non-believer, hmm
I don't wanna die in a disbelievin' state of mind
I don't wanna burn no more of y'all, shoot, hmm
I pray that all the dirt I do is justified
Wakin' up in cold sweats like every middle of the night
Please, don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
I got a MINK on, it's the middle of July
Stayin' safe this time 'cause I'm so tired of sayin', "Sorry"
I was needin' something, but instead, it came and found me
Now if they miss, you goin' jet black
Now if they miss, you goin' jet black, hey
I pray that all the mess I made is justified
Perrier-Jouët, I switch from champagne to the wine
Poke so many windows, I got glass all in my eyes
Before you lift me up, let me enjoy this high
On Christmas, I'ma buy Omari somethin' that make him cry
Lord knows I'm not perfect but I try to make it right
On Rosh Hashanah, I can turn into a vulture
On Yom Kippur, I can turn into werewolf
Would you give me somethin' to drink if I was in the hell fire?
I travel all the way to Mecca on my barefoot
To find the truth 'cause I don't like when people tell lies
On Yom Kippur, I always turn into a wolf
Put the Glock in the converter and it turn into a rifle
Gunpowder in my dreads, I'm smokin' paper out the Bible
I convert to Jewish shit and convertible, topless
It's a crescent moon shinin' on us above the projects
I don't wanna pass away in a disbelievin' mindset
I don't wanna die a non-believer
I can hear the trumpets blowin' right here where I'm standin'
The world gonna end on Friday, just remember that I said it
God has many names, if it ain't Yahweh, then it's Allah
Before you take your panties off, baby, take you Shahada
I don't wanna die a non-believer
I be with the Z's, I push a button like the mail
I been on my deen, I bet I never missed a prayer
Squashin' all the beef and I'm no longer eatin' swine
Doin' it for Allah, already did it for the vine
I don't wanna die in a disbelievin' state of mind
I don't wanna die a non-believer
Wakin' up in cold sweats like every middle of the night
Please, don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
I don't wanna die a non-believer, hmm
I don't wanna die in a disbelievin' state of mind
I don't wanna burn no more of y'all, shoot, hmm
I pray that all the dirt I do is justified
Wakin' up in cold sweats like every middle of the night
Please, don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
You know, I pray that all the dirt I do and all the mess I made is justified
Like, you know, I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous
You know what I'm sayin'? God
I don't wanna die a non-believer
Yeah, nobody wanna die in the middle of they crime
Imagine you, you go ahead lickin' and you run in the bank and get shot
I'm sayin', you runnin' out the bank and get caught by the police
Or, you know, you just took too long
Fuckin' with this iron, came up off of dying
Forgive me, Lord, I'm tryin' (I'm tryin')
And I got the medical form aligned
Devil on my spine, but I know you got my back, never left Lil Yak behind
Leave me when I'm blind
Never leave me like you lead me
Today I need a readin'
Say, "Keep on killin' these niggas"
Let me enjoy this high
Until I get a cleanin'
'Cause I don't wanna die on these jiggas
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Writer(s): Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Bill Kapri, Ofer Shaul Ishai, Ernest Adams
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