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Malz Monday
Performer
Homage Beats
Performer
Jamal Reid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamal Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malz Monday
Producer
Homage Beats
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Lyrics
Sippin' on liquor for the pain
Roll another spliff can't let it go to waste
Light it up, take it to the brain
Seven grams in the blunt that's a quarter tank
I'm the greatest fuck what you think
Hit 'em with the classic what it's gon' rank
Look at these pictures I paint
Feelin' like the Banksy of the rap game
I been grindin' for my last name
Go get a bag and I dash like dame
See you doin' good and they mad that's lame
Rather see you in the hood down bad in a cage
But I flipped it on 'em like I won the Olympics
And then threw the fist upon 'em
For us, by us, we don't give endorsements
I'm the boss, my cut is the biggest portion
Everybody got drip but no different sauces
Brick by brick, tryna build the fortress
Shawty got needs, I could feed but caution
Back to the streets if a treeshy cross me
I gotta live by the principles
I cannot worry 'bout people's opinions
They miserable
I had a convo with God that was holy
He told me that I'm really Him in the physical
I'm going di-di-di-digital
I'm dedicated on reachin' my pinnacle
I'm tryna make it ain't nothing to play with
Don't get in my way I been waitin' to sizzle you
Fuck what they sayin'
Roll up the stank
Smokin' that Pepe Le Pew
Go to the bank
Pull out the Franks
I got investments to do
Goin' through things
But I can't complain
I'm tryna better my truth
Stay in my lane
Doin' some things they said I never could do
Fuck what they sayin'
Roll up the stank
Smokin' that Pepe Le Pew
Go to the bank
Pull out the Franks
I got investments to do
Goin' through things
But I can't complain
I'm tryna better my truth
Stay in my lane
Doin' some things they said I never would do
On the internet, livin' lavish
But in real life ain't livin' like that
I'm just tryna get it established
Buildin' my brand and stay on my path
I keep a couple of baskets
To protect my eggs just in case some crack
I ain't gotta live above average
'Cause a nigga was down, been there, done that
When the sun rising, when the sun set
I be analyzing where the fun's at
Gotta focus, I ain't gettin' sidetracked
Just know this: I'm get in my bag, uh
Alkaline water I sip, uh
Nigga I'm borderline rich, uh
Stackin' up all of my chips, yah
Giving my all to my kids, uh
But this ain't no cruise
I got some bumps and some bruises
I broke a couple of rules
I had to choose
You either win or you lose and
Bitch I got something to prove
Yeah I was loose
Been wildin' out with the crew
Drunk all in sous rendez-vous
Sippin' on strippers and coming home 4 in the morning
My shorty like "I'm sick of you"
And to tell you the truth
Honestly I done got sick of it too
I looked in the mirror
"like honestly my nigga, this isn't you"
Fuck what they sayin'
Roll up the stank
Smokin' that Pepe Le Pew
Go to the bank
Pull out the Franks
I got investments to do
Goin' through things
But I can't complain
I'm tryna better my truth
Stay in my lane
Doin' some things they said I never could do
Fuck what they sayin'
Roll up the stank
Smokin' that Pepe Le Pew
Go to the bank
Pull out the Franks
I got investments to do
Goin' through things
But I can't complain
I'm tryna better my truth
Stay in my lane
Doin' some things they said I never would do
Writer(s): Derek Simpson
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