MLKxMalcolm (Died4This) Lyrics

It's a fact that I keep it lit

It ain't a bag that I can't touch

It ain't a bitch that I can't hit

Im in the back , I'm bustin' down zips

If I'm in the club, then I'm in the Vip

I smoke out the pound and I ain't gon' split

I might got a bag, but I'm tryna get rich

Claim they standin' on business, they ain't standin' on shit

Try to play with my gang, doa's get spent

I get around, PA

I tell my hounds, behave

I might sit em down, okay

Slow me down, PA

Slow me down, PA

I'm in the trap, we're it raids

I'm in the back with the key's

9th wonder of the world

They think I dwell with the greys

So I'm comin' back from the future

Yeah, I keep it back to the future

Covered in whips and chains

I did this shit for Luther

RIP

I know he ain't die for this shit

But I still look fly in this shit

New coupe, hog in the lane

Look, I'm fly in this shit

Tryna find what tires I'ma get

40 Glock on my hip

You really wanna die for this shit

Cuz I'm Lui kang fly with the kicks

I'm goin' nuts

I nick cage slide on the strip

My mortal come back with the sifts

It's a fact, it's a fact

It's a fact that I keep it lit

It ain't a bag that I can't touch

It ain't a bitch that I can't hit

I'm in the back, I'm bustin' on zips

If I'm in the club, then I'm in the VIP

I smoke like the barrel and I ain't gon' split

I might got, I might got, I might got a bag

But I'm tryna get rich

Clinic standin' on pent up, they ain't standin' on shit

Try to play with my gang, they always get spent

I get around, BA

I tell my hounds, BA

I light some down, okay, slow me down, BA

Look at, look at, look at these haters

Yeah, I'm the reason they poutin

I'm seizing, they doubtin

I play the season, they sproutin

Join the fruits of my labor

I keep on countin

Why you keep shoutin'

It's only wrong for one on this mountain

It's only wrong for one on this mountain

I got your burnt legs in the air like a falcon

Black as a panther, but red like Malcolm

You ride the wave, you gotta keep bouncin

Gotta keep bouncin', keep bouncin

Keep bouncin', keep bouncin

I need my paper to color a talk

My apes on a hunnid, but keep it a thousand

Keep it a thousand

Grew up, just grew up, the public your house

I'm sure that she threw up from all of the shout

That micro dosin', got her ass dousin