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Malachi Wayne
Malachi Wayne
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Danny Ice
Danny Ice
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Mali Finesse I ain't nothing like you Making niggas shiver like an ice cube Treesha I could never wife you Read these niggas like a fucking bible Praise the Lord like it's for survival Always looked up to the idols But it's time to take the throne killing niggas no revivals Now it's time to take a little little trip To the future come and write the script With me, niggas can't contain the drip and if you fucking with it come and take a sip Niggas know I flow like a psycho Like it's Geico for your iPhone Like a drive by while you drive home Like Thanos with the 5 stones Why you always gotta blow up my phone Always tryna argue I told you I ain't fucking with your high tone No airspace no fly zone No shedding tears no cry zone No Undertakers taking my soul Straight calcium no dry bones Straight juice bitch no typos (Yeah) I wanna see the sun Shine over what I've done Lay down your arms and guns I've only just begun I wanna see the sun Shine over what I've done Lay down your arms and guns I've only just begun Run up on me I don't answer to em If I got it imma put the hammer to em Educated imma put the grammar to em Juicy juicy bring the kool aid jammers to em I finesse it I'm a fucking scammer to em Too appealing I just be enamored to em Humble nigga I just bring the manners to em Gun fight imma bring the dagger to em just in case I be going stupid when they drop they bass Hoping that this backwood taking me to space Tryna be on point you never kept the pace Run away from issues you don't wanna face Niggas always wanna dip without a trace now You ain't ready for the moves I place down Tre-Way that's a fucking case now Leave you lying finna leave you face down No refund Check the price tag Niggas hate it when I be in my bag Play P4 but I might lag Never wanna lie but I might have Just a few times Maybe two times To your true eyes Drinking fruit wine For the price of one I get two dimes Might be skimpy but I still be getting high Nah I'm fucking with you my shit always banging Sipping heavy till the point of overhanging Scam a mother fucker out his mobile banking Everything I do I got the highest ranking I'm on top of niggas while these niggas sinking Boutta give a spanking What the fuck you thinking Boutta give a licking Got the metal clanging To your brain Hoping you can take it Make you feel the pain Hoping you don't fake it Boutta take a chain Sell it to who made it Stay your own lane Or else imma break it Had to talk to chief he told me that this ain't it Had to talk to God he had to talk to Satan Getting both opinions while I'm getting faded Niggas jack they love me but I know I'm hated but I know I'm hated on the low I wanna see the sun Shine over what I've done Lay down your arms and guns I've only just begun I wanna see the sun Shine over what I've done Lay down your arms and guns I've only just begun This ain't the wave no more Ain't finna wait no more Can't fill my plate no more Money calling say no more Don't deal with hate no more Don't seal your fate no more Don't lose your way no more I can't relate no more Hold a minute I ain't even finished This is just beginning I'm just playing scrimmage All that I know You should pay attention Niggas my clone Like the spitting image This is my dough Like I'm swiping debit This is my blow Smoking hella lettuce Get it for the low Niggas getting jealous This is my show Better roll the credits bitch I'm outta here
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