On My Deen

They knew him as a robber, but his heart had light,
Locked in every Rajab, beggin’ Allah thru the night.
Du’a so strong, when he died, the angels came,
Prophet Muhammad ﷺ said ‘This man changed his game.’
Now his words a shield, yeah, we rockin’ that du’a,
No backbitin’, no harm—keep your soul pure, uh.

Shaykh said cover your windows when the maghrib hit,
Demons shoot arrows—don’t let ‘em get a lick.
Dirt on the grave, jinn can’t play,
Allah put a limit—they can’t cross that gate.

Lifeboat full, who you tryna save?
If they ain’t written for Mahdi (as), let ‘em ride that wave.
I’m protectin’ mines, curtains on the pane,
Ta’weez on my neck—they can’t bring that ‘ayn.
Lifeboat full…

Naughty mazhab talkin’, but they drownin’ in the mist,
I was tryna pull ‘em up, they grabbed my wrist.
Now I focus on my seed, teach ‘em Qur’an right,
‘Fore the storm hit, better lock in tight.
Shaykh told me, ‘Don’t open that door!’
They screamin’ outside—let ‘em bang on the floor.
Jinn in the bushes, but they can’t see me,
Two angels in my ride—Allah ride with me.

Pizza boy claim he dream ‘bout Mahdi (as),
TikTok lies—bro, that ain’t the path.
Real ones train in tafakkur nights,
Purify the soul ‘fore you seek the light.

Subhan’Allah—they don’t know what’s comin’,
Streets gon’ shake, sky gon’ thunder.
I’m on my deen like Rajab Saint,
Repent today—tomorrow might be too late.