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Every Promise

MaLLy

Strange Rhythm

05.11.2013

35

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1] The big mouth bandit, branded, I’m standing On my own two, I’m slicker than ground oil Young Sire, classy from a cloth On sight I’m too bright for show wit' dough long And I’m with whatever, got one life to live, I’m me Tryna copy, fail, you 5’3” sucka Motherfucker the giant, I been awake See a feast at a table, pick a plate and then I go hard I got it, they wanna be with me Stand in the same circle try and free with me Be seen on the screen and eat with me I take ‘em all to church and now they wanna preach with me And mercy lord have, more baths, more cash Raining down one day, I see the forecast Y’all ass, but cheeks and all crack Homerun stance, bare hands, fuck a ball bat [Hook] I don’t fuck with ‘em, throw gas on it Every promise I heard, throw a match on it Middle finger up, bet your ass on it I’m on fire forever, hang a hat on it [Verse 2] Starting over, got a brand new end Mold new trends, I’m swearing to God no new friends Life started fading with the girl of my dreams I stepped away and found another with a curve in her jeans And I’m standing on the mountain now, birthed from the treetops My stomach never left so I’m pigging out like three cops Putting in nothing but work, they fucking butt hurt Treat my brother as I do myself until I touch dirt So many unfamiliars, only one familia Just tryna shed light on this here, open the ceiling up The cup runneth over from filling up, can’t get enough Burning down from building up, strangers tryna feel you up Two eyes, one brain, one hundred thousand perspectives Reckless for rec it's natural so respect it Who am I, a saint or a sinner? I came out of the dirt clean, I never show off that’s for beginners [Hook] [Verse 3] No room in here for error, no way I’m giving the heir up I’m comfy and my oatmeal lumpy, you can’t touch me One foot on the gas, another heel on their neck You can’t be mad that I’m living my life and did it to death The city out of order, fixing it sipping water Let it sit inside my pocket right next to a lucky quarter Nevermind, I’m just switching up frames and lane-swapping Ain’t for the fame gossip, or ruffling lame politics They ain’t what we on, ‘bout to turn the heat on The piece-stone dangle from the neck, a pair of Lee’s on Heart frozen and the shoulders feel tougher It’s life, painting a picture, I never forget the colors The foundation is a libation Down to earth but still sky-scrapin’ And at the bottom of this verse is where I draw my name The King Malik, or master, it’s all the same motherfucker
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