WE MADE IT

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Solely responsible for giving light
My truth is like they kryptonite
Selling Jordan's and instrumentals just to get a mic
Beginnings humble pie, I finally can get a slice, uh
We flaunting Michael Kors's, drenched in Swarovski crystals
Working to purchase Rollies, compliment Presidentials
My whole team deserve 'em the second hand sweeping
The THC percentage make the second hand lethal
Witnessed my people perish, my living room a lobby
Like a methadone clinic, we treating everybody
Sniff and drift and then nod off, actions of every body
Present in honor of heaven's bliss I can still smell it
Survived evictions i'm living so I can still tell it
A life that make these so called "real niggaz" real jealous
Throw the yeast in my cook up so now the bread swelling
Vacant hallways in the newest crib I hear my kids yelling
Uh, yea, uh
We made it
Baby we made it
Malcolm what's good nigga?
I can't fade it
Figures gross as compliments
Of niggaz who faked it
Moved around a lot
And nothing left to show as token
Of the contributions I sewed
Into constant motion
I feel like loves a toss
A bit of false emotion
I believe in attachments
I don't get lost in closing
Chapters written by the author Malcolm J
A - M - A-L, P-E-O-P-L-E-S
That boy done made a way
Honest with women, if they f*ck up then I probably make 'em stay
Beyond the dick they learn some factual shit
Real niggaz know the difference 'tween a half and a bitch
Real niggaz know the difference 'tween a rat and a Ms.
Real women show composure when it's stacked up against
Real women seek proposals when it's fathomed within, uh
I gotta show resilience, i'll see my name on buildings
This flow ain't safe for children, quotes that display my brilliance
You niggaz journeymen, my journey is a race for millions
I still ain't scrape the ceiling, I still ain't break my illness
Look in my daughters' eyes, the universe display their feelings
I see them lost inside, I guide them 'til they shake from healing
I write letters in my verses then my fate will seal it
Return these shots to sender
Stamp 'em with fatal dealings
I feel like Rayful, bitch get playful let this money shape you
Let it mold you into poly vibes so I can take two
Set the camera up and dominate her bony ass, uh
Make these lames subscribe to see our OnlyFans
Those that seek forgiveness often reach with lonely hands
Look around me in these moments I see only fam
Layout the blueprint for success and then unfold these plans
Only the chosen stand, uh, yea
Uh, yea, uh
We made it
Baby we made it
Malcolm what's good nigga?
I can't fade it
Figures gross as compliments
Of niggaz who faked it
Moved around a lot
And nothing left to show as token
Of the contributions I sewed
Into constant motion
I feel like loves a toss
A bit of false emotion
I believe in attachments
I don't get lost in closing....

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