Malice in Wonderland

[Intro - Chorus]
I'm filled wit malice no alice
No wonder
I can't get balance no slack and no comfort
I be dat one nigga who these boys come for
And i pull the gun niggas running like thumper
I kept it hot for these niggas like summer
I kept it real with these bitches and plundered
That's why a young nigga constantly wanting
What money can get em cuz people ain't nothing

[Verse 1]
Niggas be talking i don't understand em
Treat em like hoes they get shot where they standing
Hot shit go all in his skin like im branding
Got bullets i throw em like i'm stacy manning
Don't need no one wit me cuz i'll do da damage
Opps kill yo mans it got you screaming dammit
Free all my niggas thats locked in the slammer
We juggin and robbin and bussin and scamming
You shuckin and jiving and move to the standards
You ducking what's flying up out of the hammer
Ill buss it in public young nigga ill mannered
And fuck every witness i'll shoot at yo camera
I'm facing gas
You smoking shit that's gone give you a headache
So dont try to pass
I'm on yo ass i got some hittas in LA
They pull up they buss wit no mask
Still got a bag
Niggas gone talk like they relate
But i know these niggas just act
I'm built to last these niggas folding they two faced
They hear a shot they on the dash
Been shootin back
Not wit the runnin no delay
That 9 on my hip finna spaz
Never gone lack not for no nigga or bitch
Ain't no leeway i'm giving out tags

[Chorus]
I'm filled wit malice no alice
No wonder
I can't get balance no slack and no comfort
I be dat one nigga who these boys come for
And i pull the gun niggas running like thumper
I kept it hot for these niggas like summer
I kept it real with these bitches and plundered
That's why a young nigga constantly wanting
What money can get em cuz people ain't nothing

[Verse 2]
If you not crow shut the fuck up
We the ones that leave you fucked up
You say yo bitch actin stuck up
Really she found out my bucks up
Now that lil slut comin thru i get sucked up
He mad as fuck but i know he won't buck up
Pistol hold 50 rounds boy that's a dump truck
He tryna run what i'm whipping got no clutch
He tried to run so i shoot doin donuts
Nah you ain't getting away you got no luck
Get in my way take yo soul i show no love
See in my face ain't no games i am so done
Playing these games with these niggas like hoes um
I might jus say fuck the music and blow sum
If they still standin i hit em they so dumb
I raise the pole like the top of the totem

[Chorus]
I'm filled wit malice no alice
No wonder
I can't get balance no slack and no comfort
I be dat one nigga who these boys come for
And i pull the gun niggas running like thumper
I kept it hot for these niggas like summer
I kept it real with these bitches and plundered
That's why a young nigga constantly wanting
What money can get em cuz people ain't nothing