Al Q8a

[Verse 1]
Who you know fresher than Heemy, riddle me that
The rest of y’all know where he spiritually at
Lyrically lick a shot, like he’s spit from a gat
But I don’t glorify that, I dwell in the trap
Louisville Kentucky, with drawing in the slammer
Coke Boys t-shirt, beard like Osama
Osama, oh mama, sorry for all the drama
But you taught me bout the guala, told me to be bout commas
Hi haters, our guns from Al Qaeda
Naysayers, see you now or get you later
He Taliban and Dipset, Taliban
Is Herman an alleyman like Spanish for German for certain
Our guns aren’t squirting, Trap-istan, we put our funds to work and
Murk them, heat under kurta when we hurt them
6 feet deep, we put him under the dirt, dead

[Prehook]
You do work, you get work
You do dirt, you get dirt
You fuck around, with these boys
No question, you get murked

[Hook]
Hi haters, our guns from Al Queda
Naysayers, see you now or get you later
Hi haters, our guns from Al Queda
Naysayers, see you now or get you later

[Verse 2]
This for Arabs in bodegas toting steel under the registers
And all illegal aliens, it’s them that never registered
I’m back on my old shit, baby I’m still Heems
Still gooning with the Guyanese out in Richmond Hill, Queens
I might move to the mountains out in Pakistan
Until my own government will drop a bomb
But you won’t hear about it in no news clip
Mommy they move quick, that’s just how they do shit

[Prehook][x2]

[Bridge]
USA, USA, USA, USA [x3]
USA, U