Every Promise - Mally

The big mouth bandit, branded, I’m standing

On my own two, I’m slicker than ground oil

Young Sire, classy from a cloth

On sight I’m too bright for show wit' dough long

And I’m with whatever, got one life to live, I’m me

Tryna copy, fail, you 5'3″ sucka

Motherfucker the giant, I been awake

See a feast at a table, pick a plate and then I go hard

I got it, they wanna be with me

Stand in the same circle try and free with me

Be seen on the screen and eat with me

I take ‘em all to church and now they wanna preach with me

And mercy lord have, more baths, more cash

Raining down one day, I see the forecast

Y’all ass, but cheeks and all crack

Homerun stance, bare hands, fuck a ball bat

I don’t fuck with ‘em, throw gas on it

Every promise I heard, throw a match on it

Middle finger up, bet your ass on it

I’m on fire forever, hang a hat on it

Starting over, got a brand new end

Mold new trends, I’m swearing to God no new friends

Life started fading with the girl of my dreams

I stepped away and found another with a curve in her jeans

And I’m standing on the mountain now, birthed from the treetops

My stomach never left so I’m pigging out like three cops

Putting in nothing but work, they fucking butt hurt

Treat my brother as I do myself until I touch dirt

So many unfamiliars, only one familia

Just tryna shed light on this here, open the ceiling up

The cup runneth over from filling up, can’t get enough

Burning down from building up, strangers tryna feel you up

Two eyes, one brain, one hundred thousand perspectives

Reckless for rec it’s natural so respect it

Who am I, a saint or a sinner?

I came out of the dirt clean, I never show off that’s for beginners

No room in here for error, no way I’m giving the heir up

I’m comfy and my oatmeal lumpy, you can’t touch me

One foot on the gas, another heel on their neck

You can’t be mad that I’m living my life and did it to death

The city out of order, fixing it sipping water

Let it sit inside my pocket right next to a lucky quarter

Nevermind, I’m just switching up frames and lane-swapping

Ain’t for the fame gossip, or ruffling lame politics

They ain’t what we on, ‘bout to turn the heat on

The piece-stone dangle from the neck, a pair of Lee’s on

Heart frozen and the shoulders feel tougher

It’s life, painting a picture, I never forget the colors

The foundation is a libation

Down to earth but still sky-scrapin'

And at the bottom of this verse is where I draw my name

The King Malik, or master, it’s all the same motherfucker