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malachi supreme - i got it! lyrics

[intro]
ya digg?

[chorus]
ooo i got it (yeah i’m living that right now)
ooo i got it (n+gga this is just your life now)
ooo i got it (tell me what the f+ck right now)
ooo i got it (tell me what the f+ck right now)
ooo i got it (yeah i’m living that right now)
ooo i got it (n+gga this is just your life now)
ooo i got it (tell me what the f+ck right now)
ooo i got it (tell me what the f+ck right now)

[verse 1]
i know you peep that fade
clear skin in the summer, i got my brand new braids
somebody go call the plummer cause i’m the sh+t these days
man i feel like a drummer, i’m making hits these days
but i don’t get no plays
if i ain’t look this good myself baby i would be nervous
like i ain’t hot as morning light creepin in through the curtain
for certain, whatever ya doing just isn’t working
you talkin sh+t but girly beside you steady be lurking
go head and take your pills and your guns
and your b+tches and your funds
back where they came from
and your mumble rap babbling trash back to the same one
artist you done harvested from, all y’all the same son
i be the lone orphan that’s inspired by many
but never copied from one, ideas be coming in plenty
envy could never take over cause all my confidence loud
creativity beaming i bet my idols are proud now
[chorus]
ooo i got it (yeah i’m living that right now)
ooo i got it (n+gga this is just your life now)
ooo i got it (tell me what the f+ck right now)
ooo i got it (tell me what the f+ck right now)
ooo i got it (yeah i’m living that right now)
ooo i got it (n+gga this is just your life now)
ooo i got it (tell me what the f+ck right now)
ooo i got it (tell me what the f+ck right now)

[verse 2]
i ain’t playing with you kids, somebody tighten that bib up
these lil young clones be drinking outta that sip cup
thinking sh+t is sweet till them bubbles making em hiccup
now play time is over, your mama coming to pick up
i am not one for the bullsh+t n+gga i’m
done playing games, who you think you fooling with? i
only see a few as competition that’s just how i’m living
others gotta earn my recognition, not your pot to p+ss in
i be in the kitchen chopping sh+t and plotting my decisions
you be in the pit just washing dishes looking all offended
hating on my hustle so much you decide to call and quit and
make some other arguments on why you don’t be balling sh+t
i need a breather
b+tch i only drop heaters
i be running routes while y’all boys be watching from the bleachers
whole life finna be a movie
this is just a teaser
fake music for the soul
the real people pleaser
fasho

- malachi supreme lyrics

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