a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

murder mal - let it go lyrics

[verse]
i don’t understand why these n-ggas don’t feel me
i’m skinny with some weight, lil n-gga, don’t act silly
i ain’t talking meek when i say we got the milly
i got more beans then the n-gga up in philly
and a n-gga like me as cool as tropical breeze
getting blessed always like every breath is a sneeze
fraud n-ggas don’t come near, they ain’t f-cking with me
everybody round me gucci, i’m surrounded by g’s
1st rule, never trust a n-gga wit the fake trues
they looking for the comeup, so they probably gon blaze you
and 2nd, you never leave the house without a weapon
or else you’ll catch them bullets in the field, interceptions
and 3rd, you never go back on your word, get dropped in the ground, become neighbors with the worms
i always gotta battle, why these n-ggas tempt me
i worry bout this money, while they stress weed
tryna get the fam out the hood, real quick
cause real n-ggas nowadays, they don’t do real sh-t
i’m still fighting for the top, i ain’t done yet
i run this sh-t and i ain’t even come yet
talk sh-t, a n-gga staying on the subject
why? cause i’m just tryna get a bub-lex
yeah, what lil n-gga think they up next?
if you see me now, what makes you n-ggas think i’m done yet?
don’t -ssume, cause -ssumptions get you k!lled
and not everyone who treat you real nice is really real
even the devil was an angel
even ya momma could go hate you
even ya own father won’t claim you
so what make you think that your bros won’t blaze you
if we ain’t get it sunday, we gone get it monday
if it’s not there by tuesday, you know the sh-t is doomsday
you n-ggas all trash, so better yet the brooms day
you either play ball, or you rap, or you move ye
rest in peace to snupe, i’m feeling like i’m kente
tryna find my roots, denying b-tches like dikembe
taught n-ggas the game, you can call me sensei
i’m such an -ssh0l-, b-tches wish they never met me
everybody live a different life up on facebook
see them up in person, that’s not how they face look
they talking all hot but when it’s static, n-ggas stay shook
they need to stop chatting for a n-gga get his face hooked
everybody getting money, robbing they mans
i’m that mal dot gates follow me on the gram
i got a-z n-gga never run out of plans
cause if i ain’t wasn’t for the bars, it’d be clips or the grams
n-ggas get love on the book and swear that they got fans
sometimes i look to god and pray “like save that man”
and everybody and mother asking why do you rap
cause i got a better chance of making these stacks
talking disrespectful, then you gon get clapped
it’s like i wear chinos, n-gga i don’t slack
i got more tracks then a b-tch with a bad weave
you gon get as high as the n-gga with bad weed
if i get on, i don’t want n-ggas to ask me
for a dime, nickel or quarter, cause n-ggas ain’t have me
let it go, this a slaughter, you know how that be
if you want murder, best bet is to ask me

- murder mal lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS