40's MALCOLM X

[Verse 1]
Huh, my pocket's Mac & Cheese
My youngin' lettin' guns squeeze on Halloween
Junkies on the strip, fiends movin' in team
This money flippin' by itself like stacks on a trampoline
I keep the enemy below, got submachines in the submarine
I'm with my bitch tongue kissin' like Shannon Tweed and Gene
I was broke sleepin' on a couch in 2017 (that's facts)
My cousin put me on like I'm Baby Keem (that's facts)
Some of these rappers can't relate, they never shared a plate (no cap)
This for them niggas that grew up on section 8
Paint pictures so vivid, I had to illustrate
To my pops I pray I just want to makе it out today
But hey! [?] take a nigga out today
Bitch ass nigga

[Verse 2]
I can't show no mercy, this Glock will burn you likе herpes
I got your bitch doing Celina Powell slurpee
Fuck 12, they booked my nigga on a legal search (on a legal search)
Finess me, nigga I just stepped on all over his work (all over his shit)
This ain't the crate challenge, don't get hurt trynna be trendy
My dawg a bully not a frenchie, he from a different breed
17 out the magazine, all clean, nigga all green (all green)
Me and my niggas organized like sport team
Play your position so we can all eat
Niggas mad they can't stop beakin' on me (beak beak)
Birds chirp and let my.. birds chirp and let my phone brrr
I let my phone ring

*phone call*

[Outro]
I gotta be righteous
I gotta be me
I gotta be conscious
I gotta be free
I gotta be labeled
I gotta attack
I gotta be stable
I gotta be black