Lyrics:
ine
When I stand up in this booth nigga I'm actually 6'9
I react, you see kids cryin
I'm the monster they shout bout
Download your album, the mouse right
ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
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
I got an 80's ghetto blaster in my car
I wanna drive to a place so goddamn far
The week pass by, so many nine to five
Sunny days and music by my
on a stancin' ting, forever more I shall be the skankin' king
So if you wanna come hotel, don't waste time,
Only get one chance, don't get nine,
like cartel said
the nine-ten
I've been dropped more times than albums
Seen changes and how love sweetly turns sour
With time the wine is finer
We wine down and wind up
Looking
murfucka I'm leavin' "PLOUP PEERCH"
Cloud 9 Cloud 9 Cloud 9
Been workin' so Hard like 9 guys "WORK"
So the money multiply like 9 times "MONEY"
Bitch I often
tried to tell 'em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell 'em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, twelve gauge, Tec-9 plus a Street Sweeper
cannot finesse the finesser
9 millimeter on the dresser
Right next to the dragon dagger
By the green ranger
I eat up a rapper for entertainment
Ich ich
Kalash Criminel
Africain sauvage
Fianso
T'as pris du galon, t'es sorti du ballon
9-3, coup d'crosse avec le canon
Quatre vingt
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
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
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
scared to come outside
Fuckin' tearing out your eyes by
The pair if I decide
See I never let you win you're
Lucky if I let you live
If I approach you with
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
on
Check out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got served in neon
Trendy indie underground 'cause you haven't got a choice
Take away your elitist buddies
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
Listening to Britney
Her new album
Back to the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Everything from a nightmare
To Beyonce sweet dreams
Moved from Brisbane
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
9 years into this game nothings has changed they asking for more
A lot opportunities coming god has in store
I’m done being stuck below I’m
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
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