Lyrics:
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
thugs don't cry
Looking at Stormz like "the cunt won't die"
Fuckboys soon get hit with the karma
Leave man pissed like he split with his partner
I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
And the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin' my ass half naked, lovin' this life
Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight
Standin' center
you're down to fight the power here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd with the bomb diggy
Ring the alarm, now the squads with me
Kinda sad all my friends, they got Corona
Flights are cheap, I might go to Barcelona
I can't make plans so don't hit up my phon-a
I've been trapped
me
I'm avant-garde with my sound
I innovated quick like my last album ain't just come out
If I had time to stay silent I wouldn't be here right now
I
even know me, why you acting like my homie
I’ve been really by my lonely till I find my place real slowly
Static when you hit my line, shit is kinda
Flex (Yeah flex)
She like the way I'm stepping
Album dropping soon I still got jammers in collections
Headed to the top ain't never stopping living
like lays
Hit her with the mind games now she calling my David Blaine
Surrounded by whites, sometimes I feel like a fucking spade
All I did was write so
The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers
to find my way, in my bag, now I get paid
I don't wanna be with you, ho, I ain't gon' stay
Don't pull up on me unless you wanna get hit with a k
Talking
Hey
Trust Gang
Heart felt the Album
Heart felt the Album
Aye I just lost two people in the same week
I stay to myself but can you blame me
My family
Just Keep it Gangster Y'all
Wild child Banging way Before my first tour
Hit the chill switch for my babies
One in the bag still Outlaw got a itch 4
gon' feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from
Far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial
Tissue like acne scar laser
it as a sign on how
Im living my life
Who can I trust
I put my faith in the lord
My soul is protected by
The shield and the sword
This right here my
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
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