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Malcolm... Where are you?
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
(And, here, we... Go)
Chiefing on that green, conversations like a movie scene
Before we hit the block, know a nigga need some Visine (Visine)
In my own element I'm in the zone, feeling elegant Al Capone
No etiquette we still young, rolling up and you know that we
On, one (uh)
Hit that wood, then lob it there we
Go, okay (yeah)
Word to baby, hit that shit like
Woah, okay (uh)
Like confetti popping, this that
Woah, okay (yeah)
This shit heavy this that Faneto (okay, okay, uh)
Do this on a regular, no altering, no editor
Hold it down like a settler, brain feeling irregular (brain feeling irregular)
I still cling to this shit, like a baby to some tits
Living large like we at the Ritz
I'm so hella faded, feel like I'm sedated
Old friends became jaded, don't know if I can take it, much longer
Lounging late at night I ponder (¡diga me, diga me!), lately feeling like a foreigner
Lately been stuck in corner (¿cómo se dice... Burr?), accolades not feeling garnered
When shit's hitting the fan, tell me is you still a fan? (you still a fan?)
I don't need cheerleaders, I need that superior (I need that)
Need that ODB energy riding with me
I need that gold status type loyalty, I'm sayin' (I do, I do)
When shit's going south, tell me is you headed south? (you gone?)
I don't want yes men, I want da best men (da best men)
Need that premium gas energy (I do, I do)
I need that gold status type loyalty, I'm sayin'
Not OVO, but we aiming from the neck up (neck up, neck up)
Vibe is contagious might need a check up
Not playing round with these Segas, slashing niggas like a Pekka (uh)
Take 'em ransom, Lil Tecca,
(Yeah) rookie season, there's no let up (alright)
This the mentality I'm showcasing (I'm showcasing)
The spirit inside of me becoming vacant (it's so vacant)
My internal duality's so adjacent (so adjacent)
One day it's all praise, switch up then I'm on vacation (yuh, yuh, yuh)
PlayStation, leisure relaxation, Like riding 'round on Daytons (Daytons)
Tired of having patience, spotlight shined on fake friends
Went behind my back I'm quaking, gossiping that's snaking
Harvey Dent, two-faced, bitch ass nigga, you a fake
(When shit's hitting the fan) Get out my face (Tell me is you still a fan?) (you still a fan?)
(I don't need cheerleaders) Yeah, lame ass nigga you a disgrace
(I need that superior) (I need that)
(Need that ODB energy riding with me) I'm not the scum
(I need that gold status type loyalty) Yeah, nigaa you the scum
When shit's going south, tell me is you headed south? (you gone?)
I don't want yes men, I want da best men (da best men)
Need that premium gas energy (I do, I do)
I need that gold status type loyalty, I'm sayin'
Malcolm... Where are you?
And if you don't know by now
I'm in the zone
I'm on the throne
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
You know (ay, ay, talk to 'em, ay)
Some of y'all (ay, ay)
Just need to (ay,ay)
Take a mother fucking seat and- (Ay ay, talk to 'em)
Be humble (hol' up lil', hol' up lil')
Sit down (bitch, be humble) (sit down lil' bitch)
Be humble (hol' up lil', hol' up lil')
Sit down (bitch, be humble) (sit down lil' bitch)
Be humble (hol' up lil', hol' up lil')
Sit down (bitch, be humble) (sit down lil' bitch)
Be humble (hol' up lil', hol' up lil')
Sit down (ol' up, hol' up)
Sit down lil' bitch (hol' up, hol' up)
Malcolm... Where are you?
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
(And, here, we... Go)
Chiefing on that green, conversations like a movie scene
Before we hit the block, know a nigga need some Visine (Visine)
In my own element I'm in the zone, feeling elegant Al Capone
No etiquette we still young, rolling up and you know that we
On, one (uh)
Hit that wood, then lob it there we
Go, okay (yeah)
Word to baby, hit that shit like
Woah, okay (uh)
Like confetti popping, this that
Woah, okay (yeah)
This shit heavy this that Faneto (okay, okay, uh)
Do this on a regular, no altering, no editor
Hold it down like a settler, brain feeling irregular (brain feeling irregular)
I still cling to this shit, like a baby to some tits
Living large like we at the Ritz
I'm so hella faded, feel like I'm sedated
Old friends became jaded, don't know if I can take it, much longer
Lounging late at night I ponder (¡diga me, diga me!), lately feeling like a foreigner
Lately been stuck in corner (¿cómo se dice... Burr?), accolades not feeling garnered
When shit's hitting the fan, tell me is you still a fan? (you still a fan?)
I don't need cheerleaders, I need that superior (I need that)
Need that ODB energy riding with me
I need that gold status type loyalty, I'm sayin' (I do, I do)
When shit's going south, tell me is you headed south? (you gone?)
I don't want yes men, I want da best men (da best men)
Need that premium gas energy (I do, I do)
I need that gold status type loyalty, I'm sayin'
Not OVO, but we aiming from the neck up (neck up, neck up)
Vibe is contagious might need a check up
Not playing round with these Segas, slashing niggas like a Pekka (uh)
Take 'em ransom, Lil Tecca,
(Yeah) rookie season, there's no let up (alright)
This the mentality I'm showcasing (I'm showcasing)
The spirit inside of me becoming vacant (it's so vacant)
My internal duality's so adjacent (so adjacent)
One day it's all praise, switch up then I'm on vacation (yuh, yuh, yuh)
PlayStation, leisure relaxation, Like riding 'round on Daytons (Daytons)
Tired of having patience, spotlight shined on fake friends
Went behind my back I'm quaking, gossiping that's snaking
Harvey Dent, two-faced, bitch ass nigga, you a fake
(When shit's hitting the fan) Get out my face (Tell me is you still a fan?) (you still a fan?)
(I don't need cheerleaders) Yeah, lame ass nigga you a disgrace
(I need that superior) (I need that)
(Need that ODB energy riding with me) I'm not the scum
(I need that gold status type loyalty) Yeah, nigaa you the scum
When shit's going south, tell me is you headed south? (you gone?)
I don't want yes men, I want da best men (da best men)
Need that premium gas energy (I do, I do)
I need that gold status type loyalty, I'm sayin'
Malcolm... Where are you?
And if you don't know by now
I'm in the zone
I'm on the throne
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
You know (ay, ay, talk to 'em, ay)
Some of y'all (ay, ay)
Just need to (ay,ay)
Take a mother fucking seat and- (Ay ay, talk to 'em)
Be humble (hol' up lil', hol' up lil')
Sit down (bitch, be humble) (sit down lil' bitch)
Be humble (hol' up lil', hol' up lil')
Sit down (bitch, be humble) (sit down lil' bitch)
Be humble (hol' up lil', hol' up lil')
Sit down (bitch, be humble) (sit down lil' bitch)
Be humble (hol' up lil', hol' up lil')
Sit down (ol' up, hol' up)
Sit down lil' bitch (hol' up, hol' up)
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Writer(s): Malcolm Smith
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