Penny Pinchin'

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Malik Shaeir

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One for the money
Two for the show
On three I'm bout to
Put my foot through the door
4 niggas hopping
Out the whip pretty slow
I got dimes baby
I been Penny pinching
For the love
Bout
Five on the hand
6 nugs out the bag
7 up
Boy you know
It's crisp
When I spit
If you ain't gang
You can't get
A hit of this gas
They got nine lives
Praying for success
On the 10th

Stretch my arms
At the crack of dawn
I'm up baking
Strawberry cough
Got me coughing
Up the pavement
New flow disgusting
Got me socially abstaining
Translation
Sicker than the shit
That made us stay in
Catching bad breaks
Like I was PG
At the stanchion
My project was a portait
Mixing
Marylin wit Manson
Am I preaching
To the choir or what
I'm inspired by bud
Boy what I toke
Put
Fire in lungs
Aspiring hunk
A young nigga
Tired of love
Got tired of church
Still never
Turn my back on God
I'm living wrong
Ain't no doubt about it
My life crazy
Got a ton of mileage
Just tryna find
The words
To vocalize it
She give me love
She don't
Give me problems
Truthfully do
Bro
I don't see
No future with her
So back to the future
We go
Young McFly
On his skateboard
Young boy
Tryna chase sumn
Say sumn
She keep begging
To say sumn
Baby
Won't you say sumn
C'mon nigga won't
You say sumn
Shit
I already said it...

Why
They making life
So hard
For niggas huh
Why I gotta be
A starving artist
Why can't
I just start
To get it crunk
Sheets w/ marijuana
Mixing Maui with
The purple punch
Need my belladonna
Prolly find her
When she out to brunch
I been through
A lot of different situations Lately
Women call me everything
Except my name
It's crazy
It's Sha
Tongue work on mics
Even better when it's her
Young mike tys
I need a shot
Like Jesse Ferg
Why she always mad
And then the
Reasons be absurd
I rather
Skip the phone calls
And
Handle shit in person
Argue everyday
Bout the same shit
It's irksome
I be working daily
Till my lyrics
Universal
Big T center
Of attention
Like them purses
Turning gift horses
Into blessings
I been cursed with
I need loops
Around my numbers
Writing cursive
Hard heart troops
Surrounding borders
I'm encroaching
All that time
Spent chasing
Was worth it
Rough foundation
Couldn't never
Get it working
Couldn't live
Without me
Couldn't tell
That shit in person
Now I'm seeing remnants
In these women
That I'm fucking
Young Rog Mason
In the district
Getting buckets
Yea
My heart breaking
I'm at decades
Feeling lovesick
Like
Who you love
Shit
Know it's
Prolly not me though
A big ego
Third person
Only motivation
It's just too
Much imitation
All these fake humble
Niggas see you build
N hate it
Rather take from you
Put the work in
If I want it
I don't play numbers
Say sumn
She keep begging
Me to say sumn
All the words
I be saying
You ain't hearing nothing
Any
Feelings
I don't write
I just throw em'
In a blunt
Know it's
Young Sha Savings
Penny pinching
For the love

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