Clean
We was 'posed to ball together
Why you guarding me?
We was 'posed to ball forever
Now she tired of me
I need a money pile of G's
Don't need apologies
They won't be proud of me
Until I cop them Prada jeans
Dropped out of school
Shot middle fingers at my college dean
Don't care bout being seen
I'd rather be behind the scenes
It's easy playin' gangster when you hide behind a screen
I won't even curse in my next verse
I'm finally keep it clean
Mama named me Malcolm
So I go get it by any means
My father told me
"You ain't got no friends, watch out for enemies"
I keep good exotic in my lungs, that's my home remedy
I'll never change
I'll probably be this way until I'm 70
Some things just be out of my control
I be like "c'est la vie"
I see them watching everything I do like documentaries
I can't f
I forgot I said I won't curse on this verse
I wrote Ricky Bobby
Cause you last if you don't come in first
We was 'posed to ball together
Why you guarding me?
We was 'posed to ball forever
Now she tired of me
I need a money pile of G's
Don't need apologies
They won't be proud of me
Until I cop them Prada jeans
Dropped out of school
Shot middle fingers at my college dean
Don't care bout being seen
I'd rather be behind the scenes
It's easy playin' gangster when you hide behind a screen
I won't even curse in my next verse
I'm finally keep it clean
Why you guarding me?
We was 'posed to ball forever
Now she tired of me
I need a money pile of G's
Don't need apologies
They won't be proud of me
Until I cop them Prada jeans
Dropped out of school
Shot middle fingers at my college dean
Don't care bout being seen
I'd rather be behind the scenes
It's easy playin' gangster when you hide behind a screen
I won't even curse in my next verse
I'm finally keep it clean
Mama named me Malcolm
So I go get it by any means
My father told me
"You ain't got no friends, watch out for enemies"
I keep good exotic in my lungs, that's my home remedy
I'll never change
I'll probably be this way until I'm 70
Some things just be out of my control
I be like "c'est la vie"
I see them watching everything I do like documentaries
I can't f
I forgot I said I won't curse on this verse
I wrote Ricky Bobby
Cause you last if you don't come in first
We was 'posed to ball together
Why you guarding me?
We was 'posed to ball forever
Now she tired of me
I need a money pile of G's
Don't need apologies
They won't be proud of me
Until I cop them Prada jeans
Dropped out of school
Shot middle fingers at my college dean
Don't care bout being seen
I'd rather be behind the scenes
It's easy playin' gangster when you hide behind a screen
I won't even curse in my next verse
I'm finally keep it clean
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Writer(s): Malcolm Joyner
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