Malcxm - On My Way

Why you mad?
Why you so bitter?
I'm on my way to makin' dumb figures
Niggas trash call 'em old litter
Ice tray, I'm a cold fitter
I'ma make it on top and you hatin' for what?
Niggas in my inbox they, ain't wishin' me luck
They be tryna hurt my feelings they complainin' or somethin'
But I'ma leave 'em I don't need 'em, leave down in the dust
Nigga better watch your mouth when you talkin' to me
Your girl got me red bottoms yeah she bought 'em for me
That's none of my business I'll keep sippin' my tea
The niggas that be hatin' lookin' like they eatin' for three
I'm just sayin' bruh
It's all jokes but I ain't playin' huh
You stupid niggas, y'all be playin' dumb
The bottom is not where you came from
Niggas always gang bang
But in the end it's all the same thing
He took your brother's life and now takin' his
And now you locked up forever, don't know what it is
Why you mad?
Why you so bitter?
I'm on my way to makin' dumb figures
Niggas trash call 'em old litter
Ice tray, I'm a cold fitter
I'ma make it on top and you hatin' for what?
Niggas in my inbox they, ain't wishin' me luck
They be tryna hurt my feelings they complainin' or somethin'
But I'ma leave 'em I don't need 'em, leave down in the dust
This beat got me amped up
Feel like I'm a dancer
Crazy like Boosie man
Nigga fuck cancer
Ain't nobody help me 'cause I'm self made
Makin' music for money, sounds like a fair trade
Ice in my ears, and on my neck nigga
If you do it for show, get your checks bigger
You be talkin' too low say it with your chest nigga
You a oppa nigga prolly got the feds with you
Why you mad?
Why you so bitter?
I'm on my way to makin' dumb figures
Niggas trash call 'em old litter
Ice tray, I'm a cold fitter
I'ma make it on top and you hatin' for what?
Niggas in my inbox they, ain't wishin' me luck
They be tryna hurt my feelings they complainin' or somethin'
But I'ma leave 'em I don't need 'em, leave down in the dust
Why you mad?
Why you so bitter?
I'm on my way to makin' dumb figures
Niggas trash call 'em old litter
Ice tray, I'm a cold fitter
I'ma make it on top and you hatin' for what?
Niggas in my inbox they, ain't wishin' me luck
They be tryna hurt my feelings they complainin' or somethin'
But I'ma leave 'em I don't need 'em, leave down in the dust

Written by:
Malcom Phillips

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