Yeah
Yeah
Yeah uh
It's like she hate it and she love it now
Chasing large amounts
Kinfolk falling out
Feelings in a stout
Can't even figure me out
I could grant your wishes
Told her give me distance
I act like she's missing
I'm a social misfit
I be dodging missiles
I might plot against you
Think she want me layed up popping out my pimples
Being sentimental
But I'm too official know a young nigga know he too legit
Gotta go hard before you up and quit
Young nigga ain't get to live
I was way too focused on my craft just trying to make it big
I be making beats I'm like damn is they gon go take me serious
If you don't believe in yourself who's going to believe in you
Writing out all my goals just so a nigga can go and see it through
Shooting for the stars if I don't make it I still follow through
I am not the two
I am not the the two uh
I'm the point guard
Win the coin toss
All these damn scars
We on every car
You know times they changed
Can't explain just not the same
Gotta be on point I'm checking every corner though
Yeah you talk a tough game can't even afford my hoe
Dying just to live we can't even mourn no more
Youngins we was going door to door playing ding-dong-ditch
Crazy how the ones you grow up with they go and plot against
Making beats I'm engineering I just knew I had a gift
You won't understand this shit it haunt me every day
Trying to get up out the crib mama always got something to say
I left my gig for the stu but it was equal pay
I just knew that if I stayed then I would rot away
Before I was making fast money I had slower days
Bitches be going bad talking about they "hoeing phase
Me and bro was just down bad couldn't afford an eighth
Bitch I'm trying be great
So why you on my case
Uh
It's like she hate it and she love it now
Chasing large amounts
Kinfolk falling out
Feelings in a stout
Can't even figure me out
I could grant your wishes
Told her give me distance
I act like she's missing
I'm a social misfit
I be dodging missiles
I might plot against you
Think she want me layed up popping out my pimples
F*cking up my mental
Mal Griffey - Social Misfit Lyrics
Mal Griffey - Social Misfit Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah uh
It's like she hate it and she love it now
Chasing large amounts
Kinfolk falling out
Feelings in a stout
Can't even figure me out
I could grant your wishes
Told her give me distance
I act like she's missing
I'm a social misfit
I be dodging missiles
I might plot against you
Think she want me layed up popping out my pimples
Being sentimental
But I'm too official know a young nigga know he too legit
Gotta go hard before you up and quit
Young nigga ain't get to live
I was way too focused on my craft just trying to make it big
I be making beats I'm like damn is they gon go take me serious
If you don't believe in yourself who's going to believe in you
Writing out all my goals just so a nigga can go and see it through
Shooting for the stars if I don't make it I still follow through
I am not the two
I am not the the two uh
I'm the point guard
Win the coin toss
All these damn scars
We on every car
You know times they changed
Can't explain just not the same
Gotta be on point I'm checking every corner though
Yeah you talk a tough game can't even afford my hoe
Dying just to live we can't even mourn no more
Youngins we was going door to door playing ding-dong-ditch
Crazy how the ones you grow up with they go and plot against
Making beats I'm engineering I just knew I had a gift
You won't understand this shit it haunt me every day
Trying to get up out the crib mama always got something to say
I left my gig for the stu but it was equal pay
I just knew that if I stayed then I would rot away
Before I was making fast money I had slower days
Bitches be going bad talking about they "hoeing phase
Me and bro was just down bad couldn't afford an eighth
Bitch I'm trying be great
So why you on my case
Uh
It's like she hate it and she love it now
Chasing large amounts
Kinfolk falling out
Feelings in a stout
Can't even figure me out
I could grant your wishes
Told her give me distance
I act like she's missing
I'm a social misfit
I be dodging missiles
I might plot against you
Think she want me layed up popping out my pimples
F*cking up my mental
Yeah
Yeah uh
It's like she hate it and she love it now
Chasing large amounts
Kinfolk falling out
Feelings in a stout
Can't even figure me out
I could grant your wishes
Told her give me distance
I act like she's missing
I'm a social misfit
I be dodging missiles
I might plot against you
Think she want me layed up popping out my pimples
Being sentimental
But I'm too official know a young nigga know he too legit
Gotta go hard before you up and quit
Young nigga ain't get to live
I was way too focused on my craft just trying to make it big
I be making beats I'm like damn is they gon go take me serious
If you don't believe in yourself who's going to believe in you
Writing out all my goals just so a nigga can go and see it through
Shooting for the stars if I don't make it I still follow through
I am not the two
I am not the the two uh
I'm the point guard
Win the coin toss
All these damn scars
We on every car
You know times they changed
Can't explain just not the same
Gotta be on point I'm checking every corner though
Yeah you talk a tough game can't even afford my hoe
Dying just to live we can't even mourn no more
Youngins we was going door to door playing ding-dong-ditch
Crazy how the ones you grow up with they go and plot against
Making beats I'm engineering I just knew I had a gift
You won't understand this shit it haunt me every day
Trying to get up out the crib mama always got something to say
I left my gig for the stu but it was equal pay
I just knew that if I stayed then I would rot away
Before I was making fast money I had slower days
Bitches be going bad talking about they "hoeing phase
Me and bro was just down bad couldn't afford an eighth
Bitch I'm trying be great
So why you on my case
Uh
It's like she hate it and she love it now
Chasing large amounts
Kinfolk falling out
Feelings in a stout
Can't even figure me out
I could grant your wishes
Told her give me distance
I act like she's missing
I'm a social misfit
I be dodging missiles
I might plot against you
Think she want me layed up popping out my pimples
F*cking up my mental
Writer: Vernon White
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