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[Verse 1]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykumu salām
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real ****, street certified (Meek Milli)
Hit the streets, whip cost 335
[Verse 2]
No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot (No pork, pot)
We chargin' you **** up if you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot (Scale, pot)
Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier (Rollie)
Shout out to this Pyrex that bought this Audemeer (Bling)
Oops, I meant Audemars, my whole team got em' (Ha)
You loving the same bitch my whole team poppin' (Team poppin')
One hunnid dough, I'm wherever the money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' four
Fuck ****, we don't fuck with those (No)
Bad bitches never lustin' though (No)
Keep 'em round but never trust 'em, no (No)
This '62 so comfortable, ah
I'm a field ****, you's a house **** (Field ****, house ****)
I'm a real ****, and you's a mouse **** (Real ****, mouse ****)
Code rat, which means you code red (Code rat, code red)
But I don't knock you, I just blame it on your old head, rats
[Verse 3]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykumu salām
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real ****, street certified (Yeah, Wale though)
Hit the streets, whip cost 335
[Verse 4]
Malcolm X, get yo' hand out my pocket
Some **** walkin' with death, guess they ran out of options
Tell them **** we movin', tell them **** to do it
I swear we going H.A.M., though some my **** Sunni
They burn on every block, snitches here don't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Regan helped Plymouth Rock
And we ain't land on it, Mr. Regan
But it's gon' make us rich, Mr. Regan
Now as-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykumu salām
She kneel down every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let 'em play with her box, she give the greatest top
She say these **** is her prey and she makes salat
Word, how they say that we not fly?
How they say that we not workin'?
They just need convincin' like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my Deen, inshallah, I'ma get 'er right
On the Bible you can run but you can't hide
[Verse 5]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykumu salām
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real ****, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost 335
[Verse 6]
Marchin' for cause, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preachin' for the paper, paparazzi, federales
Several rallies mask Allah's teachin's through Shabazz
That's Malik, Omaha, Nebras
Corruption over cash, leave 'em leakin' in the cask'
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell of that cheddar and shells
Malcolm vision platinum in Africa when sat in that cell
My religion the kitchen, proper formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets have an abnormal bulge
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a pot to lean, a Glock to squeeze
**** clockin' dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed
It's hard when starvin', Marcus Garvey mixed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge was obtained, fuck your chains and your master, ****
We in the field buildin' muscle while you watch the house
And dustin' off the porcelain and open when their cock is out
[Verse 7]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykumu salām
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real ****, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost 335
Written by: Antoine "Lil Lody" Kearney, Olubowale Akintimehin, Robert Williams, Tyrone Rivers
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