**"Wallahi Mandem"**
*(Prod. Jagga Algorithm)*
**Verse 1**
Wallahi, mandem—grind don’t lie,
Cheetham Hill nights, where the **traps stay live**.
Pavements cracked, but the **dreams still bang**,
Mum’s duas **hold the line** when the feds came.
From **slingin’ bare truth** to the bus-stop cold,
Every **peng** earned, paid **blood to gold**.
Cuzzos locked in, uncles **grip the steel**,
Family tree deep—**ain’t no snitch ’ere, feel me?**
**Pre-Chorus**
Talk struggle? We wrote the **script**,
Hustle’s the **Holy scripture**, *swear on the grit*.
From **3AM grinds** till the sirens scream,
Cheetham to the grave, **alhamdulillah**, we scheme.
**Chorus**
Wallahi, mandem—**say no more**,
Built this **empire from the mud, no show**.
Blood runs **Hotline** thick through these bricks,
**Street-born soldier**, fam’s my crown—**alhamdulillah**.
*(Let’s go!)* **We still eat!**
**Verse 2**
Nan’s pot **bubblin’**, hope in the haze,
**Shared blood, rust**—still blaze.
Mandem scattered—**Brum, Leeds**, back in the days,
Now **yardie feasts**, no plates, just praise.
Cheetham’s **walls hum** our legacy,
**Sweat on the concrete**, that’s our pedigree.
Uncle Mo’s **spot** bumps anthems, no loss,
**Scripture pages turn** while the *block stays boss*.
**Pre-Chorus**
Talk hustle? **We schooled the block**,
**Bare knuckles, cold nights, clocks on lock**.
Every **scar’s a badge**, every tear a flex,
From the **masjid steps** to the **RX checks**.
**Chorus**
Wallahi, mandem—**say no more**,
Built this **empire from the mud, no show**.
Blood runs **Hotline** thick through these bricks,
**Street-born soldier**, fam’s my crown—**alhamdulillah**.
*(Let’s go!)* **We still eat!**
**Bridge**
Years we **schemed**, “When’s the storm gon’ break?”
Now we **stack**, blessings tucked in the safe.
**Reunion tables** stretch, **no fake love**,
Struggle’s the **plug**—**we don’t fold, rise above**.
**Outro**
Wallahi, mandem—**say no more, we rigid**,
Cheetham **bred us**, sharp like a **shank’s edge**.
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