Letras
Reporting to you live from the booth
Where niggas ain't really seeing me at
See I go by the name of M A L I
And if you haven't yet
I think it's bout time you know why
Look
Stop writing my story
I'm in a lane of my own
Check the inventory
It starts to bore me
How you niggas stay on the cob
So corny
Not worthy to be remembered
I'm sorry to dory
Damn, that was lethal
The coldest but I bring the heat tho
Been in the lab getting money
Earned a couple kilos
And it's just me though
They told me never meet your heroes
I'm really capable of making a couple a zeros
'Hol up, wait
Where's my, credentials
Kinda scary that I'm playing with hidden potential
I'm getting sentimental
Gotta maintain my mental
Don't let me get your ass beat
Turn you instrumental
Yeah, be very afraid
It's getting lonely at the top
I told ya ass behave
The only time I'm looking down on you
Is at ya grave
No ring around the rosie
But I'm married to the game
Aye
(Mali you got 'em right)
You know I got 'em cuz
Wouldn't be me if I ain't make him
Get it back in blood
You knew just what it was
Don't be surprised boy
I'm on that demon time
Fuck ya nine to fives boy
Call it a wise choice
I'm only getting better
Way that I'm spitting
Prolly found a way to bring 'em pleasure
Seasoned
Player
Hit? Maker
Game? Changer
Please
Take a
Look, what you making me do
They scared to see a nigga win
So they rather go boo
I know I'm doing something right
I ain't planning to lose