Malik Da Prince - NEW WHIP

Uh, Yeah
Uh, Uh, Yeah
Ok, Yeah
Boy it's MDP huh, know I put in effort
I might catch a body put the beat up on a stretcher
All them haters think I can't, that hate it made me better
Niggas move like Peter Pan, they in that land of never
Told me what I couldn't do
I'm like, "Bro, what's good with you?"
Watching with that stank face, I snap a pic like look at you
They been playing dumb like bro I might just throw a book at you
And I been the same nigga since I had the crooked tooth
But its just a gap now
Graduated cap gown
I can't even cap I couldn't tell you where that's at now
I just want a plaque now
Boy I'm finna act out
4DI the family I'm gon' put that on my back now
We gon' get two W's and I ain't talking smackdown
I cannot relax I throw my foot up on the gas now
Cared about opinions y'all can throw that in the trash now
Y'all was making jokes I promise I can't wait to laugh now
New whip, you not getting in it
Keep walking bro mind your lil' business
Move too slick, I won't leave a witness
Now you in the mind of a menace
Said he don't like me 'cause he see me winnin'
You love me, go head and admit it
I make a hit and submit it to Guinness
I'm the best, competition is finished
Saw I was chillin', I knew I was trippin'
I cannot get used to this life been livin'
Ain't tryna end up dead or in prison
I'm gon' make the most of this life I been given
He keep on talking online we gon' get him
Off of this rap I'm gon' make me a killing
Fuck a chain I'm finna cop me a building
Shoot for the stars what the fuck is a ceiling
Take you a second sit down with the realest
Niggas be jacking and niggas be stealing
You dropped a snippet it wasn't appealing
Hoe I'm gon' blow give a fuck bout your feelings
Fuck bout your feelings 'cause I didn't ask
I want some money I want me a bag
I want some money I want me some cash
Run up the money make fuck niggas mad
Aye! back in the bag
Big 4DI yeah you know we gon' drag
Bro got a strap it's a Mac with a mag
Bro made him stutter we made that boy lag
Running from niggas like he playing tag
I'm in the stu nigga I'm in the lab
Don't hit the DM don't wanna collab
Don't send no verses, I'm not finna rap
Aye, aye boy I been on demon time
All these niggas watching me but they don't wanna see me shine
Question all my effort just because you didn't see me grind
I'm gon' run up cash and then I'm finna live that easy life
New whip, you not getting in it
Keep walking bro mind your lil' business
Move too slick, I won't leave a witness
Now you in the mind of a menace
Said he don't like me 'cause he see me winnin'
You love me, go head and admit it
I make a hit and submit it to Guinness
I'm the best, competition is finished

Written by:
Rahsaan Foster

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