Holy Month

Finally making a statement
I know I was taking long
Had to get back on my Deen
Had a break I was taking from making songs
I'm not even supposed to be rapping because, you know, it's Ramadan but
Dang
Af-After I spit this, I got to make Taraweeh
My boys in the back steady rolling like tumbleweeds
Getting faded like dungarees
But I cannot judge them
And they are not judging me
Only Maliki yawmi'd-din
Got that power and honestly
Had to work on my aim like it's archery
Got him close to my heart like a artery
I been talking to God, he ain't hard to reach
And I'm saying his names
Won't say them in vain
I say Bismillah when I start to speak
Because that's what you say when you about to preach
Because that's what these raps really are to me
And I love it when baby be calling me
"Bazz, yo where you at?"
I'm in the booth
Shawty in love with the way that I rap
Because I spit the truth
Said she in love with me
Yeah, you not cuffing me
She steady rushing me
Told her the project is coming soon
Singles all summer too
Think I'm gonna hit Yarisache The Label and set up the features
We move like the Beatles whenever I'm coming through
They say I'm in love with the music
If you thinking that now, then wait 'til I'm done with the school

And still though, I got to remind them
Bazz come in first
He don't know who behind him
I used to pray for the feature
Do you see the problem
Emailing 2CB, ha
Send a snap to remind them, yeah
Now these Cartier lenses on me help me to see beyond them
I'm steady making moves
I got to move tact'
I know I got too much to lose
I can't even whip it on campus but, lowkey, I'm breaking the rules
The campus police really hating
They building a case and they praying
They praying I lose
I took it to court, they ain't even show up
I just set a show up
I'm finna perform at the school, yeah
Mhmm, I swear I feel some type of way
I don't owe you nothing
Holy Month is coming, better pray
Sometimes people say they love me and I don't know what to say
Sometimes I think about my exes and I really feel ashamed
I ain't never pray for love, nah
I just prayed for better days
Sometimes people wanna leave, ha, I won't tell them stay
And sometimes shawty for the streets, ha, got to let her play
I was grinding by my lonely knowing blessings on the way

Now I walk into parties forgetting names
Leaving them weaker than seven days
And if you want to eat, better get a plate
Better mention me first like the letter A
"Bazz, where you at?", yeah, she love to say
She know where I'm at, she don't got to ask
I'm making these hits that she loves to play
If I'm on your mind then you got to say it
I got to relax
I always see twelve and they all on my jack
I stay with my shooters
We always maneuvering
Passing your Uber and we doing laps
Actually, I ain't no killer
Unless we was talking about hooping and making the raps
I get the paper, I'm making it stack
I get the ball then I take it
Or I get the ball then I fake it and make it a pass

We ran up the court, now we eating, yeah
We breaking fast, uh
Yahya told me to be on the Deen, it's better for me
Facts
I know that this life is a race
I'm not taking last, nah
And if bro want a feature, I might do it for free and then call it Zakat
It's a lot on my heart
I don't know where to start, but I know where I'm at
What I want to do with you because you so beautiful
Making it harder to fast
I ain't lower my gaze for a couple of days
Ain't no taking it back
And I'm probably getting too honest
But God make it harder to cap, yeah
The craziest thing about this life, that it wasn't made to last
I know I made some mistakes
And ain't no debating that
Repent on the daily, I'm saying that
It ain't no shame in that
I'm doing my best
We taking this test and you know I'm praying to pass
(Praying to pass)