Mal Talks Interlude
I'm locked in like Jamaican hair
The way i'm cool, runnin to this paper
Ain't nobody on my radar here
I'm off it
I'm exhausted
Carryin these niggas
Well, shit, they really my offspring
My flow like morphine
Painless
But don't cross me
I make you wanna off yourself
Just by talking softly
Cause I talk my shit
Don't gotta force it puttin bass in it
The way I rap
Way I pace this shit
The way I smoke
Way I face the shit
It's all kosher
Like sabbat
Makin money
I ain't workin shit
I fell in love with that ass
But not her though
Her vibe was low
Shordy livin off deep throats
That's my kind of GOAT
Ain't that love tho?
I thought at sixteen
Don't know what shit mean
Thought I had to be mean
My steez to pristine
Freeze my wrist
With ice
Like old times
The big bling
These niggas don't want static
This gat I got stings
This bitch is bad
But what she got ain't for me
Got my eyes on my money
And I ain't lettin my heart go
Hope this universe testin me
I done gave her my all though
Brown skinned
That booty heavy like cargo
Emptied her guts nigga
I ain't talkin tobacco
My bitch watch the backdoor
So I let her talk back though
I figured cause we go raw
I know I got what she want
Liquor, zip of OG
Some dick and food in the mornin
We fuck while we be yawnin
I put a 8th on my scale
I tell her i'm road runnin
Servin this weed
I got zips
And more comin
The way i'm cool, runnin to this paper
Ain't nobody on my radar here
I'm off it
I'm exhausted
Carryin these niggas
Well, shit, they really my offspring
My flow like morphine
Painless
But don't cross me
I make you wanna off yourself
Just by talking softly
Cause I talk my shit
Don't gotta force it puttin bass in it
The way I rap
Way I pace this shit
The way I smoke
Way I face the shit
It's all kosher
Like sabbat
Makin money
I ain't workin shit
I fell in love with that ass
But not her though
Her vibe was low
Shordy livin off deep throats
That's my kind of GOAT
Ain't that love tho?
I thought at sixteen
Don't know what shit mean
Thought I had to be mean
My steez to pristine
Freeze my wrist
With ice
Like old times
The big bling
These niggas don't want static
This gat I got stings
This bitch is bad
But what she got ain't for me
Got my eyes on my money
And I ain't lettin my heart go
Hope this universe testin me
I done gave her my all though
Brown skinned
That booty heavy like cargo
Emptied her guts nigga
I ain't talkin tobacco
My bitch watch the backdoor
So I let her talk back though
I figured cause we go raw
I know I got what she want
Liquor, zip of OG
Some dick and food in the mornin
We fuck while we be yawnin
I put a 8th on my scale
I tell her i'm road runnin
Servin this weed
I got zips
And more comin
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Jaffa
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