Mali, woah
There's a situation I need to address
Never wanted them to label me depressed
Everybody see me and they second guess tryna say I'm feeling pressed boutta put the shit to rest
Yes
Yurr, this a game of shock and awe
So imma continue beating out my weakness and my flaws
With this heavy Justu, 9 tails razor sharp claws
You gon need a tissue when I leave you leaking from your jaw
When I press the issue pay attention to the picture drawn
After I dismiss you you can drink this drip out of a straw
I don't need to diss you we could get it, Monday Night Raw
I might have to hit you but before I do I gotta pause
Wait, I don't wanna hear apologies on my jack
I don't wanna hear bout no complaining when I fight back
You said I was crazy that ain't true but that's the right track
Tryna find a problem like a needle in a haystack
So what you gonna do
When I light the fuse, and you never catch a clue
Stick it to you like a kiddy project with some glue
Don't get it confused, this ain't a new attitude it's the truth
From the rubble imma rumble like your stomach
I gotta keep it humble burst your bubble watch you plummet
Now I take responsibility for burdens
I'm sorry I make you nervous
I'm sorry for my disturbance
But I pour out my emotions and drink it out of a thermos
But niggas think I be clowning like take it back to the circus
And peeking out through the curtains
And never to see the surface
I'm hurting whoever versing me
EMTS and the nurses
Are needed for those who certain
That I ain't that type of person
I'll cut the head off the serpents
That's poisoning me on purpose
There's a meteor strike, on the horizon
Niggas gonna feel it when the temperature be rising
Please don't shoot the messenger I'm only advertising
That this ain't nothing regular the beat is appetizing (Yeah)
Running from the hands on the clock like the fans on the block
Looking for a handout but we're all outta stock
Never wanna plan out, they get shaky when it pops like a jack in the box woah
Wait (Wait?) , Wait (Wait)
I don't think you get it so I'll give it to you straight
I'm the only real nigga stepping up to the plate
It was dead for heaven I'm kicking down all the gates
When you want your funeral time to go set the date
Mali I ain't like you and it ain't up for debate
Flipping in the kitchen I'm whipping you into shape
Flying off the turnbuckle like I'm a cruiserweight
Instead of looking up I hit the mirror and I pray
List of my problems I made em that way
Hell
Parallel
To my shell
I just sell
Caramel
And these L's
That you just took the hook never fails
Yeah I got these niggas shook, oh look can't you tell
Like I'm reading from a book, a nook can't you spell
Like in chess I play the rook and cook up the smell
Cause whoever said hoods and crooks can't excel
(I don't even know)
Here's my playbook take a page
When you shaky backstage
And you going through a phase
And you think it's all the rage
And you blame it on the age
Blame it on minimum wage
And your brain inside a cage
And I know I've made mistakes in the past I should erase
I ain't never needed a bag I got a case
Might just need to leave it at that ain't giving chase
Mali
Mali Finesse - Walk With Me, Pt. 2 Lyrics
Mali Finesse - Walk With Me, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Mali, woah
There's a situation I need to address
Never wanted them to label me depressed
Everybody see me and they second guess tryna say I'm feeling pressed boutta put the shit to rest
Yes
Yurr, this a game of shock and awe
So imma continue beating out my weakness and my flaws
With this heavy Justu, 9 tails razor sharp claws
You gon need a tissue when I leave you leaking from your jaw
When I press the issue pay attention to the picture drawn
After I dismiss you you can drink this drip out of a straw
I don't need to diss you we could get it, Monday Night Raw
I might have to hit you but before I do I gotta pause
Wait, I don't wanna hear apologies on my jack
I don't wanna hear bout no complaining when I fight back
You said I was crazy that ain't true but that's the right track
Tryna find a problem like a needle in a haystack
So what you gonna do
When I light the fuse, and you never catch a clue
Stick it to you like a kiddy project with some glue
Don't get it confused, this ain't a new attitude it's the truth
From the rubble imma rumble like your stomach
I gotta keep it humble burst your bubble watch you plummet
Now I take responsibility for burdens
I'm sorry I make you nervous
I'm sorry for my disturbance
But I pour out my emotions and drink it out of a thermos
But niggas think I be clowning like take it back to the circus
And peeking out through the curtains
And never to see the surface
I'm hurting whoever versing me
EMTS and the nurses
Are needed for those who certain
That I ain't that type of person
I'll cut the head off the serpents
That's poisoning me on purpose
There's a meteor strike, on the horizon
Niggas gonna feel it when the temperature be rising
Please don't shoot the messenger I'm only advertising
That this ain't nothing regular the beat is appetizing (Yeah)
Running from the hands on the clock like the fans on the block
Looking for a handout but we're all outta stock
Never wanna plan out, they get shaky when it pops like a jack in the box woah
Wait (Wait?) , Wait (Wait)
I don't think you get it so I'll give it to you straight
I'm the only real nigga stepping up to the plate
It was dead for heaven I'm kicking down all the gates
When you want your funeral time to go set the date
Mali I ain't like you and it ain't up for debate
Flipping in the kitchen I'm whipping you into shape
Flying off the turnbuckle like I'm a cruiserweight
Instead of looking up I hit the mirror and I pray
List of my problems I made em that way
Hell
Parallel
To my shell
I just sell
Caramel
And these L's
That you just took the hook never fails
Yeah I got these niggas shook, oh look can't you tell
Like I'm reading from a book, a nook can't you spell
Like in chess I play the rook and cook up the smell
Cause whoever said hoods and crooks can't excel
(I don't even know)
Here's my playbook take a page
When you shaky backstage
And you going through a phase
And you think it's all the rage
And you blame it on the age
Blame it on minimum wage
And your brain inside a cage
And I know I've made mistakes in the past I should erase
I ain't never needed a bag I got a case
Might just need to leave it at that ain't giving chase
Mali
There's a situation I need to address
Never wanted them to label me depressed
Everybody see me and they second guess tryna say I'm feeling pressed boutta put the shit to rest
Yes
Yurr, this a game of shock and awe
So imma continue beating out my weakness and my flaws
With this heavy Justu, 9 tails razor sharp claws
You gon need a tissue when I leave you leaking from your jaw
When I press the issue pay attention to the picture drawn
After I dismiss you you can drink this drip out of a straw
I don't need to diss you we could get it, Monday Night Raw
I might have to hit you but before I do I gotta pause
Wait, I don't wanna hear apologies on my jack
I don't wanna hear bout no complaining when I fight back
You said I was crazy that ain't true but that's the right track
Tryna find a problem like a needle in a haystack
So what you gonna do
When I light the fuse, and you never catch a clue
Stick it to you like a kiddy project with some glue
Don't get it confused, this ain't a new attitude it's the truth
From the rubble imma rumble like your stomach
I gotta keep it humble burst your bubble watch you plummet
Now I take responsibility for burdens
I'm sorry I make you nervous
I'm sorry for my disturbance
But I pour out my emotions and drink it out of a thermos
But niggas think I be clowning like take it back to the circus
And peeking out through the curtains
And never to see the surface
I'm hurting whoever versing me
EMTS and the nurses
Are needed for those who certain
That I ain't that type of person
I'll cut the head off the serpents
That's poisoning me on purpose
There's a meteor strike, on the horizon
Niggas gonna feel it when the temperature be rising
Please don't shoot the messenger I'm only advertising
That this ain't nothing regular the beat is appetizing (Yeah)
Running from the hands on the clock like the fans on the block
Looking for a handout but we're all outta stock
Never wanna plan out, they get shaky when it pops like a jack in the box woah
Wait (Wait?) , Wait (Wait)
I don't think you get it so I'll give it to you straight
I'm the only real nigga stepping up to the plate
It was dead for heaven I'm kicking down all the gates
When you want your funeral time to go set the date
Mali I ain't like you and it ain't up for debate
Flipping in the kitchen I'm whipping you into shape
Flying off the turnbuckle like I'm a cruiserweight
Instead of looking up I hit the mirror and I pray
List of my problems I made em that way
Hell
Parallel
To my shell
I just sell
Caramel
And these L's
That you just took the hook never fails
Yeah I got these niggas shook, oh look can't you tell
Like I'm reading from a book, a nook can't you spell
Like in chess I play the rook and cook up the smell
Cause whoever said hoods and crooks can't excel
(I don't even know)
Here's my playbook take a page
When you shaky backstage
And you going through a phase
And you think it's all the rage
And you blame it on the age
Blame it on minimum wage
And your brain inside a cage
And I know I've made mistakes in the past I should erase
I ain't never needed a bag I got a case
Might just need to leave it at that ain't giving chase
Mali
Writer: Malachi Wayne
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid