Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Kilimanjaro Thomas
Malcolm Kilimanjaro Thomas
Songwriter

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Ayy
And it's Jeezy
Know what it is when you see me, a.k.a. Mr. Make it look Eazy
I heard hard times, break soft ****, I'm a broke ****, turn boss ****
Put the work in for the sauce ****
I ain't never fallin' off, keep it drippy, winter, summer, or the fall ****
Spring my **** out the cell, & all the other real **** behind the wall ****
If you ever need me, one call ****, and we goin' viral
Bad bitty tryna grab at me, I'm like, damn baby, why you so entitled
Diss the gang, that **** suicidal
I was tryna make a new arrival
Pull a new whip out, pull the drip out, bet the kids say I'm an idol
**** mad cause they can't do it like I do
Damn, I be seein' what get em so mad, I'm a **** that stay in his bag
Poppin' them tags ever since I was young
Humble for real, I ain't know how to brag
Then I got older, I got a lil' money, I got a lil' bitches, I got a lil' mad
She in her feels, call me a bitch ass ****
Yesterday she called me dad
Watch how you talk to that man with the breesh
What's his name said, he wan run into me
I think he mad cause I'm killin' his treesh
On top of that, I been killin' the streets
Why you wanna play with malc gezzy when you know my **** is really
the ones that's gon' tweak
High as a kite, but I ain't at my peak
Know she my type if she really a freak
**** know I can geek in this shit if I want
How you gon' diss if your man's in the blunt
Couple ya ****, gon' turn in a runtz
Or turn in to block work, **** is bums
I'ma turn to a legend before this shit done
Gotta make sure that I'm leavin' with funds
Could've been with us, forgot where you from
Most of you **** don't know where I'm from
I heard hard times break soft, ****
I'm a broke **** turned boss, ****
Put the work in for the sauce, ****
I ain't never fallin' off
Keep it drippy, winter, summer, or the fall, ****
Spring my **** out the cell
And all the other real **** behind a wall, ****
If you ever need me, one call, ****
And we goin' viral
Bad bitches tryna grab at me
I'm like, damn, baby, why you so entitled
This the game, that **** suicidal
I was tryna make a new arrival
Pull a new whip out, pull the drip out
Bet the kids say I'm an idol
**** mad cause they can't do it like I do
Damn
Written by: Malcolm Kilimanjaro Thomas
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