Mali D - Foolish (feat. One Shaman) Lyrics

Booty
I was just having a conversation
Me and my man Rocky Marciano
He said I don't like to call it shopping
I like to call it healing
And I'm like Mmm
Healing? healing
You're healing some of your wounds
That were inflicted
When these motherf*ckers was stunting on you
Mmm
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Look
It's foolish how niggas think they can f*ck with me
It's all f*ckery getting over it luckily
All your favourites is ducking me
All these favourites is suddenly getting right on my nerves
Lay em right on the curve
As I intersect
And I don't change for the internet
Cause real danger is in effect
A field plagued by the intellects
So win or lose better sharpen your tools
In case I pass over in a sec
You niggas interfere my shooters in the clear
I got a verse for any nigga thinking we compare
And it ain't personal
It's just perks that prove
My pen and pad might hurt you dudes yeah
Just fake niggas in costumes
And through it all my crew remains hostel
Or hostile
They can't f*ck with my style
They can't clone my soul
As long as I'm in the zone I'm gone

We play our shit up and not only do we play it up
We play a game of neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh
Where it's like
Oh look how much more I have than you
You're piece of shit
Look at you you're broke
And you're f*cking f*cked up out here
You can't even do this
I got bitches and I got cars and look at my f*cking belts
And all of this shit

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I'll show you how to stunt on a nigga
Nothing but ice on a nigga (Me just a foolish man)
Quit hating my nigga
Draws is Versace my nigga (Foolish man)
I'm quick to make it rain my nigga
Gargling with f*cking champagne my nigga (Me just a foolish man)
Gucci frames my nigga
I'm rich bitch f*cking Rick James my nigga

And I don't even like rappers
Rather talk to somebody else
Nigga f*ck your help I do this shit all by myself
No days off Kunta always on the job
Trying to balance out a talent and a nine to five
We're still bottom of the pile
But we're still above ground so we gotta smile
Today my pain covered by the booze
Bright Gucci sweaters cover the wounds
Fully aware I got a lot to lose
But nobody ever won abiding the rules
My feet up in a giant's shoes
I only talk in the music or behind the pews
F*ck am I supposed to do
The angel on my shoulder got a demon on his shoulder too
We're 3 brothers to our graves and back
No burying of our bodies is gonna change that
We're not cut from the same fabric
So me and these rappers don't speak the same language
These rappers ain't real when you actually meet em
F*ck is this an episode of Catfish
Why we gotta meet
You can send a feature
If I need competition I need to get a visa
I'm obsessive not apologetic either
I measure progress by the centimetre

In the hip hop community
Stunting on a motherf*cker
It's like you're stunting on somebody
You're not just stunting in general
You wanna stunt on somebody (Because you've been stunted on)
Mmm
You see
Ok
When motherf*ckers stunt on you
When you get your chance to stunt
You're gonna do it