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wretch 32 - malcolm, wretch lyrics

us n-ggas been playing catch up
they say we’re animals, i play the black panther
making capital, capitalising with my caps ’cause
i bet my last penny they don’t wanna see my cash up
i see zeon in the building looking black, cuz
colin swinging in the building, that’s a batsa
i see the twins up in the building showing mad love
making white money but my n-ggas selling black stuff
said we never amount to nothing, that’s what history said
tryna rewrite the story but it lives in my head
do you have to be a colour just to visit success?
if you had one choice, would you be a kim or a west?
george or a best? see how we think on the ends
we go from being locked out to both feet on the desk
we’re soul survivors, my brothers are known survivors
all my brothers spit but my brother can sell saliva
we hustle for it, sometimes guess we struggle for it
you want a better grandson, i’ll put my mother on it
she called me a wasteman, i’ll put a buckle on it
you put your hand on my pot, you get a knuckle for it
you better take that as a caution
when kids was coming, i was thinking ’bout abortion
cause i had no chips, not even a portion
and now both kids riding in my porsch and
yeah, straight up, so northern
watch her kick it when i had to diadora
but she religious, now i christian dior ’em
she’s after three so it better be a foursome
but enough about that when i’m from broken streets
my sister, my childminder couldn’t afford those fees
see, my mother opened doors with those corned beef keys
this is all we eat, like we had a corned beef treat
but in retrospective, this is all we need
uncle charlie hit the bottle, now they pour him grief
had to get to 27 for my sweet 16
no dinner in seven days but they call me weak
nah, strong like my n-gga malcolm
i tell my label that they better drop the album
no hit single, baby, tell me what’s the outcome?
i could sell 6 words to 100,000
yeah, don’t let me ministry of sound me
you’ve got the b-lls, tell me when we playing rounders
cause i’m strong like my n-gga malcolm
i could sell 6 words to 100,000

- wretch 32 lyrics

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