Malz Monday

Higher

Lyrics

No, I'm not feelin' 'em, them bars not real enough
You hear the engine growlin', bitch, this ain't no four cylinder
Malz killin' 'em, they on ten, but I'm on a million
They all gilligans, niggas couldn't walk in my timberlands

Don't give a man a fish, teach him how to be a fisherman
I been in the kitchen whippin', three-star michelin'
Yeah, he on that shit again
Don't compare me 'less it's b.i.g
Pac, hov, nas, and eminem

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Nothin' like them other rappers, it's too many of 'em
I'm a legend, gotta treat me like the seventh wonder
Doin' numbers, i just pullеd up in a yellow hummer
Came up еatin' wonder bread, but nowadays the bread do wonders

Yo, you know that nigga Malz, yeah
He spit the raw got the game locked in a figure-four
He gon' k!ll 'em all
Flip the work, get it off, ain't built for this, don't get involved
They tried to knock me down, but I stood tall 'cause my will is strong

Willis, what you talkin' 'bout?
I'm for the cash, not for the clout
Point your favorite rapper out, he play with me, I'm walkin' down
Claimin' you a boss, you just a middleman that's on allowance

Niggas wildin' tryna sleep on me, they know I'm valid
They never heard us steppin', but they finna learn a lesson
I'm the type to use the microphone like it's a murder weapon

We was raised in a certain section since the adolescence
On the corner drinkin' quarter waters, actin' reckless

That dog in him, the illest since earl simmons
Globetrottin' the earth, on my finger, the world spinnin'
In the booth got me feelin' like I'm popeye off the spinach
Mayweather with the winnings, my record don't got a blemish, uh

Good enough is not enough, I need that guala pilin' up
Fuck the poverty, need my pockets on hippopotamus
Propaganda turned the whole populous to apocalypse
I would say i'm the best but that would be statin' the obvious

Fuck bein' modest, yeah, we got this shit on lock
Yeah, we came from the bottom, bitch, but now we chill on top
Flexin' for my ancestors, we no longer pickin' crops
In the back of restaurants havin' dinner like the mob, uh

Yeah, they tried to count us out, but now we doin' numbers, bitch
I been grindin' all winter just to have the summer lit
Somersault, make the money flip, do a double shift
Went and got a bag and I won't fumble it

Look, I robbed Peter to pay poor
Then hit a lick on poor, yeah, I ran off with it all
When they ask you who the greatest, let 'em know his name is Malz
I wanna see my face painted as a mural on them walls

I was gon' stop here, but fuck it, I'ma give 'em more
I'm the same when no one's lookin' and when the cameras on
Add the baking soda, drop it in the pot, they know it's raw
I been cookin' up that shit that'll give you a crooked jaw, uh

Never made the honor roll, I just marijuana roll
And still winnin', they can't understand it like desiigner's flow
When it come to currency, I'm like a connoisseur
On a horse, towards the sunset is where I'm ridin' off

Rappers buyin' chains on layaway, that ain't the player way
Shout out to the legends that came before me and paved the way
I see plenty come and go, but look, I'm here to stay
I'm really the one and that shit clear as day, let's go

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