And this one for the album
I miss my nigga malcolm
Sometimes i regret the outcome but its hard to think bout that one
And everybody moving
I came back to something ruthless
Started jacking and abusing
Like the daddy that you grew with
Its like everything was useless
All the dudes i went to school started slanging
Some was shooting
I was hanging with the music
Niggas say this shit is stupid
And they hate it but i do it
But if you great then
Should you prove it
Should you make bands
And then lose it
And if the devil got his hands on me
He should leave em
I been praying for some blessings all week but
You can keep em
I dont no disappointment
I just need another reason
I been fiending for a come up
And i think this is the season
But is it tho, im still hitting hoes with the give n go
Pass to the bro thats a pick and roll
She gotta go she too difficult
It aint the hoe its the principal
Schooling these hoes im the principal
Now she got that brain like the honor roll
I might catch a case like the common cold
When it comes to conclusio ns she be like geronimo
I rise above and you losing
Cause you fell like a domino
I gotta blow like a runny nose
Niggas look like they done hit they funny bone
I just cook like somebody was coming home
Keep it pushing like cart in the grocery store
And i keep my head up shit i gotta do better
But these people never let up and sometimes i just get fed up
But im hungry and im starving i cant keep my shit together
So that's why i be so heartless cause nobody showed me better
If the devil got his hands on me he should leave em
I been praying for some bands all week cause i need em
I dont wanna hear you say you sorry i believe it
I been fiending for a come up and i think this is the season
If the devil got his hands on me he should leave em
I been praying for some bands all week cause i need em
I dont wanna hear you say you sorry i believe it
I been fiending for a come up and i think this is the season
Its come up season