Master Fard Muhammad

Have mercy for the spirits still prayin' for me
 Times hard so forgive me if I smell funny
 Sleeping in cars, it be real with no hotel money
 Louis Vuitton, you just get it 'cause your man want it
 Pictures and captions let me know that you will tell somethin'
 Middle school, bitches used to call me Bruce Bruce
 Now it's stretch Maybachs and the coupes, too (Maybach)
 Like jewels, I'm just tryna pack a deuce-deuce
 Diplomats, arabic how I'm makin' my moves
 Road to riches, fuckin' bitches in my favorite shoes
 She thought I had a seizure, told her April fools
 Fuck a lawsuit, bitch I'm tryna make the news
 Master Mohammed sold silks goin' door to door
 Givin' knowledge to the brothers fed who wanted more
 We a nation of brothers, such a wonderful force
 Go straight to the Quran if you wanted the source
 I know God so proud you becoming the boss
 Cold world with the flows, keep a nigga raw
 We was sleepin' on the floors when it used to storm
 I just wanna get a home for my only mom
 This a dream to make her proud of her only son
 It's a dream to make her proud of her only son
 Make her proud of her only son
 It's a dream to make her proud of her only son
 And I'm number one (Maybach Music)
 Look at my Piguet, yo, it's about that time
 Light sparkle off my jewelry, it's about that shine
 Money bust out every pocket, it's about that grind
 I school them dudes, especially when a nigga third eye blind
 Can't give a fuck about what's yours, only concerned 'bout mine's, nigga
 They steerin' like all of this hypnosis it's heavy
 If looks could kill, I'd probably die countless deaths already
 Gillette razor-sharp shooter, shootin' star like a comet
 Swag gave birth to millions like Master Fard Muhammad, boss
 Lookin' relaxed like I don't wanna be bothered
 I thank God for the blessings of paths paved
 As I journey through a jungle of lions so unscathed
 Until I speak in tongues when I visit my aunt's grave
 And hustle like a genius with strength of a man's slave
 It gets deeper while he's singing his praise, walk with me now
 I bless the hood while I keep on bangin' 'em harder
 Unconditional a love as a daughter's love for her father
 And dream, flying through the clouds on the planes that I charter
 And documentin' moments in time, becomin' a martyr
 While I merge, the corporation's expandin' a little larger now
 For the sole purpose, my people can all eat
 Through the acts of desperate folks occupying up Wall Street
 But I'm torn while in the studio, givin' you all heat
 And their ignorance is bliss, busy sayin' they born street
 On their hands and knees just like they walkin' on four feet
 Damn, look what they really turnin' us into
 A savage smellin' blood while malfunctionin' in the mental
 With baggage through the mud that they draggin' until they settle
 I ration up success sniffin' a rose petal
 If you violate the truth, your body will feel the metal
 Listen to these words with the power to fuel rockets
 Just in the same time it's so perfect for me drop this
 It's getting to the point where they beggin' the kid to stop it
 It's hard to honor such requests when you're bathin' in profit
 Witness shit I said that's come to pass they calling my prophet, lord
 Special how I touch the people when I'm speakin'
 So precious like a moment of watchin' a baby sleepin'
 Infectious like opponents that's always catchin' a beatin'
 From journeys that I travel and missions I be completin'
 Put the mic down and leave it with mama for safe keepin'
 Hahahaha, wow (wow)
 Let me hear that shit again, son
 Take notes
 Write it down, get a pad
 Learn motherfuckers, learn
 From a god emcee
 Ain't too many left
 That's right, there's only a few out there, y'all
 Motherfucker, everybody talkin' 'bout Busta Rhymes
 Bussa-Bust, the man you trust
 In Bust we trust
 Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
 The only nigga we trust is Bussa-Buss