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MaLLy
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Every Promise
[Verse 1]
The big mouth bandit, branded, I'm standing
On my own two, I'm slicker than ground oil
Young Sire, classy from a cloth
On sight I'm too bright for show wit' dough long
And I'm with whatever, got one life to live, I'm me
Tryna copy, fail, you 5'3' sucka
Motherfucker the giant, I been awake
See a feast at a table, pick a plate and then I go hard
I got it, they wanna be with me
Stand in the same circle try and free with me
Be seen on the screen and eat with me
I take 'em all to church and now they wanna preach with me
And mercy lord have, more baths, more cash
Raining down one day, I see the forecast
Y'all ass, but cheeks and all crack
Homerun stance, bare hands, fuck a ball bat
[Hook]
I don't fuck with 'em, throw gas on it
Every promise I heard, throw a match on it
Middle finger up, bet your ass on it
I'm on fire forever, hang a hat on it
[Verse 2]
Starting over, got a brand new end
Mold new trends, I'm swearing to God no new friends
Life started fading with the girl of my dreams
I stepped away and found another with a curve in her jeans
And I'm standing on the mountain now, birthed from the treetops
My stomach never left so I'm pigging out like three cops
Putting in nothing but work, they fucking butt hurt
Treat my brother as I do myself until I touch dirt
So many unfamiliars, only one familia
Just tryna shed light on this here, open the ceiling up
The cup runneth over from filling up, can't get enough
Burning down from building up, strangers tryna feel you up
Two eyes, one brain, one hundred thousand perspectives
Reckless for rec it's natural so respect it
Who am I, a saint or a sinner?
I came out of the dirt clean, I never show off that's for beginners
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
No room in here for error, no way I'm giving the heir up
I'm comfy and my oatmeal lumpy, you can't touch me
One foot on the gas, another heel on their neck
You can't be mad that I'm living my life and did it to death
The city out of order, fixing it sipping water
Let it sit inside my pocket right next to a lucky quarter
Nevermind, I'm just switching up frames and lane-swapping
Ain't for the fame gossip, or ruffling lame politics
They ain't what we on, 'bout to turn the heat on
The piece-stone dangle from the neck, a pair of Lee's on
Heart frozen and the shoulders feel tougher
It's life, painting a picture, I never forget the colors
The foundation is a libation
Down to earth but still sky-scrapin'
And at the bottom of this verse is where I draw my name
The King Malik, or master, it's all the same motherfucker
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