Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mani Draper
Songwriter
Chris Santos
Songwriter
Lyrics
Morg threw me the keys to his Hummer
I played my demo tape on a campus
All summer
Then fall came
He never asked for his keys back
Girl just hop yo ass in
And put the seat back
Better off in 09
Fuck who could've seen that
The feind had the laptops
Told bro we need that
Cuz I had verses
I'm everybodys person
Plans etched in stone
While everybody searching
Steady through the scope
They all sweaty palm nervous
Talking focus
Ego tripping
Bet I got you open
We found the secrets
That they never ever
Would’ve shown us
We need Elevators stacks
Don't you Love Below us
Real **** prototype
Bet my last
Rolled the dice
You gone have to take my life
Before you ever dim my lights
Vol 1 flow
Tell them fucks the city is mine
On the fence
Or frontline
Move or die
Pick a side
Cuz my
Flaws to surface
You deprived
Of a purpose
This is Malcolm thru the curtains
Find out why they’re nervous
My presence
Makes them obsolete
Don't box with god
I'm out your reach
Y’all not real
They finally see
Our code is everybody eats
Trap my soul
Pray my mind go free
Free fall so far
Where my pride won't reach
Trap my soul
Pray my mind go free
Free fall so far
Where my pride won't reach
Trap my soul
Pray my mind go free
Free fall so far
Where my pride won't reach
Trap my soul
Pray my mind go free
Free fall so far
Where my pride won't reach
Look, let the ink bleed without no tattoo on my arm
Yet, I'm still in rare form, 'cause I was born inside the storm
Yelling, "Fuck the world"
As I'm performing in a porn
Hold a grudge, being judged
Wait until the court adjourned
A gang of underachievers I could've
Joints that we goin' down as legends
For phrases that we done coined
I told my cousin that we in the war for our mental
Work 40 hours a week still can't afford dental
So we move the sugar, hide it in the cavities
Tryna transition from casualties to your majesties
It's raining pain and I'm ducking under the canopy
And shit, if you relate, that mean we family
My back against the wall
It's black against 'em all
Fuck my credit up robbing Peter, still not paying Paul
I swore I love 'em, end up hurting 'em all
It all falls tryna be perfect, despite the flaws
Trap my soul
Pray my mind go free
Free fall so far
Where my pride won't reach
Trap my soul
Pray my mind go free
Free fall so far
Where my pride won't reach
Trap my soul
Pray my mind go free
Free fall so far
Where my pride won't reach
Trap my soul
Pray my mind go free
Written by: Chris Santos, Mani Draper
