Started this shit and I know why I be doing this

Just to make a statement ain't enough when you been gettin' hit

Doing this thing on my own cus I be tetherin'

Waitin' for the world to hear while I be renderin'

That's how I ride, the flow, not the car you be flexin'

In every god damn verse you be writin', perplexin'

Cus you diss the gods by saying this shit is temptin'

While the people out there say it’s wack n depressin'

That's how I roll, Malcom Y in the studio

Writin' my own shit, not written by John Doe

You wouldn't understand, its not that hard though

Crankin' up bars while I try to play some Han dough

Doin' this shit cus I know whatchya want, yo

Don't give a shit bout the fact that you'll outgrow

There's ain't no meaning in yo lyric guess you 'ready know

Just spittin' facts, if it pains, Don't call me a foe

That's how the game works, n I be readin' it

'Ain't no thing as fate if you don't give a shit'

Said by a man who's on a higher plane

Than you pussies who just mumble bout being lit

Sit back, enjoy while it lasts, whenever you can

The way you be livin', you got a shorter' lifespan

There ain't no argument with you cus you yo own stan

I'm making a roast today, can you hold the pan?

Flexin' some 'bitches' n I know what you're going through

Think that they real but thats just your field of view

You think they queuing, but not for the money you spew

Give em' respect, n hope they'd do the same for you

That's how I change, even though I'm immutable

Doin' my own shit, jus doing the doable

You wouldn't understand, it's not that knowable

Crackin' up bars while you try to be suitable

That's why you cold, not possessin' the fire I hold

Don't give a shit bout the fact that you've outsold

There ain't no meaning in yo life guess you 'ready know

Just spttin' facts, if it pains, don't call me a foe

Makin' meaningful tracks, while you be poppin' pills

Poppin' Xannies everyday, even though it kills

No point beefin over you, you jus lack the skills

Finna focus on my thing, I gotta pay the bills

Malcom Y, in the crib

Bein' sober as shit

That's how I roll, that's how I manage my grip x2

Doin' this shit cus I know whatchya want, yo

Don't give a shit bout the fact that you'll outgrow

There's ain't no meaning in yo lyrics guess you 'ready know

Just spittin' facts, if it pains, Don't call me a foe

That's why you cold, not possessin' the fire I hold

Don't give a shit bout the fact that you've outsold

There ain't no meaning in yo life guess you 'ready know

Just spttin' facts, if it pains, don't call me a foe