Video Requiem de Aj Banksy 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aj Banksy - Requiem Lyrics

[Intro: AJ Bank$y]
Haha, take 45 (Aye bruh, cut me up a little bit)
Whoo, aye we gon' get it though (Aight, there it is)

[Verse 1: AJ Bank$y]
Heavenly Father, I just know my rhymes are heaven sent
How I get all this dope, and I ain't never touch a brick
I gotta represent like this a prior requisite for all the things I'm 'bout to do
'Bout to change the altitude
Told me that I couldn't but consider that a mountain moved
Tryna fix my life, somehow a youngin' never found the tools
Demons on my back, I played the front like it was 4th and 2
Like Los leavin' Diddy, we about to make some major moves
I know it's crude, but these things take timing
'Cause coal make diamonds, my soul straight shinin'
Haters I defy 'em cause man look where we at
You mix the patience and persistence and just watch 'em react
You get that? Now get back
It's been a long time coming, but Redemption on the way
Food for thought cause y'all been lunchin'
Turn a nothing into something and they love you for a minute
Turn that something to forever and eradicate the critics
You just mad you never did it, I got love for all my enemies
Nigga please, I just hope you find some inner peace
This the regime, we just grindin' for a better way
Know the Devil may care, but we don't, so let's pray
[Bridge: AJ Bank$y & Young Righteous]
Y'all won't get it (said I know the Devil may care, but we don't, so let's pray)
Bow ya heads
We in the season of Redemption right?
Just follow my journey, witness the passion
AJ...Bank$y

(I used to be an icon... nah not really)
Aye rock with me real quick, look


[Verse 2: Young Righteous]
Remember when:
Black rosary 'round my neck like a bishop
Still cooking up just too old to do dishes
Still flipping verbs, literary calisthenics
And I'm still into curves either Black or Hispanic
Lately, I've done a whole lot of thanking
Checks getting bigger, done a whole lot of banking
If I had to give praise, nah I should give praise
Thanks be to God and Benjamin Franklin
Homies doing better, diplomas on the mantle
Still keep it trill, order filets and Fanta
Imports are standard, unfazed by dancers
Money rule the world but I'm from another planet
Elevated thinking, y'all suckas still in the stairwell
Never knew heaven so they living like 'oh well'
I'm living like post-jail, requiem for old ways
Dope thoughts and dark hearts
And I rep Burb always (always)
[Post-verse: Young Righteous]
(Yeah) Aye gon' let that beat play
Haha, (Young!)