[Verse 1: Kalima]
Liquor ring rigs on my candle-tips
Eyes focused, mind folded
Trying to hold my grip
As the foundation crumbles
Spirit igniting shifts
It sound like this
My soul is craving other worldly shit
My minds a trip
Third eye blazing, feeling feverish
But on the physical, them n***as barely paying rent
I mean it's mundane, living is leaving n***as sick
We got to flip the script, reverse the mental whips
With candles, lids and 72 to handle it
I might be spiritual, but spiritual about that gangsta shit
I sacrifice your life, leave moms to muster it
But anyway, let me get back to this mothering
Kali can kill your wounds and leave you suffering
Camouflage your tomb, leave n***as wondering
Don't get caught up in the muscle, my n***as hustling
Flipping sigils, we don't scribble
N***a, we scratch the intent
Know what I meant

[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
(check it, uh)
I used to think I wouldn't make it out
The struggle
Moneys the only thing to talk about
No I won't fumble
I'ma just make double, and chill
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I put that on everything I love
Blow me a dub, right after I leave the club
For all my people resting in peace
Heavenly above
I keep a mug of smiley faces, get n***as wasted
High off the love, be friendly
But watch who you befriending
Evil is present
Open god gifts or the devil's present
Blunt peasants never learnt them nine lessons
Twelve Jews, too much booze
Loose cool, Jamel bring the bad news
Mad ruse being broke for cashews
Mad n***as caught pistol whippings for mad tools
I hit the sanctuary, god
Police following me for fourteen county in the car
Maybe I'm tripping but I can't get caught slipping
Past curfew, 'cause my dukes was tripping
Last house of the poor and dangerous
Gotta keep shit rock solid if you wanna hang with us
But really just know only a in god, we trust
Even though shit look like the devil came with us