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pop malcolm - days passed lyrics

(four, three, two, one)

verse 1:

ducking these n-gg-s
i had a hard time just trusting these n-gg-s
i didn’t come for -ssumptions my n-gg-
raiders on me get the pumpkin my n-gg-
carved up
doing pull-ups, had to get the bar up
uphill battle, i’ma walk or get my car stuck
(f-ck)
oh i ain’t mention it’s muddy
and gravel get on my tummy
no kids and no light
nah this sh-t ain’t looking sunny (sonny)
i feel like a test dummy
they don’t want the best from me
no boost up, homie, there is not a step on me
my girl said “flex, honey”
and i’ma leave like dave if they try to put a dress on me
i want them to check for me and have a check for me
fantasies will make a man of me
the money i wanna swim in it like a manatee
(the money i wanna swim in it like a manatee cuz)

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so many dark days p-ssed
so many snakes in the gr-ss
i done been down so long
i know i got roots growing
oh no i gotta get going
i wanna be strong, but the sh-t get hard
when they wanna pull your card
and stab you in the back then laugh at your scars
so many dark days p-ssed

verse 2:

i done got so many bars that i can’t escape
( i can’t)
i put rims on my flaws and i added drapes
(i did)
on any ego for now cuz it’ll have it’s day
i’ve had way too many days of not getting play
now i got the (play)station and an xbox
they talk out they neck, i just wanna let my neck talk
(bling!)
that’s ice
that’s price
precise
no lies
don’t trust these guys
their topics are dry
i’ve seen too much
bullsh-t, so i’ll just chalk it to luck
if i can get me some bucks
or it’s god working his hand in some mysterious ways
because a lot of things have happened that have tested my faith
but i stay calm and trust the coach because he knows all the plays
there’s still doubt
i’m still down
i’m still out
i need help, ain’t no book
all these n-gg-s overlook
not for long
i’m a cook i got the sauce
they can’t knock a n-gg- off
i’m just praying if i stumble i don’t fall
(i don’t fall)

hook

verse 3:

i lost homies cuz people untrustworthy
but it’s my fault i learned not to trust early
i give those who’s worthy what they deserving
i don’t speak sermons
i speak when the sh-t is hurting
i’m spitting verses to feel like i got purpose
tryna fill arenas and venues, not purses
school taught me sh-t i don’t need, like cursive
and how to do math with letters, the sh-t is worthess
unless you got a job for that sh-t, it ain’t worth it
they gon tell you all what you need is on the surface
but when you get a shovel and dig you start to discover
the bullsh-t is lies you’ll have to go to another
f-ck a forefather, these crackers ain’t’t even brothers
life gon be a b-tch and she’ll take your heart if you cuff her
i just press b
stay low, look for cover
if they come from under i hit the b-mper to slumber

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