MALCOM IN THE MIDDLE

Don't get the picture, me and my brothers, Malcolm in the middle Work undercover, then we come and get ya How he a rush around with a pistol He was just clutchin' nie his momma miss him These niggas hate on me, but I don't feel Them These niggas make believe and they pretenders Bitch, you a rat, you tell them I'm splinter Beat up the pack and turn me to a gymnast Don't get the picture me and my brothers, Malcolm in the middle Work undercover, then we come and get ya How he a rush around with a pistol He was just clutchin' nie, his momma miss him These niggas hate on me, but I don't feel Them These niggas make believe and they pretenders Bitch, you a rat, you tell them I'm splinter Beat up the pack and turn me to a gymnast Why would I lack they knowin' that I'm wit it Better get back, we pop out with extensions Nun but facts, I put in every sentence Why would I cap on somethin' that I'm livin You is not street lil nigga, it's the difference I'll catch a play, just throw it with precision How could you hate a nigga cause he winnin This pistol make a nigga, change his feelings Me and my brothas So close, you run up, you get smoked I was low to the floor on that block like a post In the south it was cold, I had nowhere to go Two fucks about a bitch, I let every ho go Can't wait till I show, I put everyone on Gon' crash for my sis, gon' crash for my bro He act out in the four, I send shots at his fro She eats til she choke, my niggas went ghosts like, damn They ain't my niggas no more Why I feel like they don't feel me no more Who the f*ck told you that two-three won't blow We just left em dead and pray, nobody know We playin' defense, bet, nobody score She in our section, it's somebody ho two-three, I'm rich, it ain't nobody, broke We heard you a snake, so we outside your door It's a play, we can't miss so you know we on go It's a play, you a ho, so you know you can't go Slide in the kitchen, more white like a snow Came a long way from kickin' them doors How my bro 18, but still on parol She claim that she hate me, but still on my phone Put trap in my music, y'all stealin' my flow Put cap in y'all music, y'all really ain't on Don't make a picture, me and my brothers, Malcolm in the middle Work under cover, then we come and get ya how he a Rush around with a pistol He was just clutchin' now his, momma miss him These niggas hate on me, but I don't feel him These niggas make-believe and they pretenders Bitch, you a rat, you tellin' master splinter Beat up the pack and turn me to a gymnast Don't get the pitcher Me and my brothers, Malcolm in the middle Work under cover, then we come and get ya how he a Rush around with a pistol He was just clutchin' now his, momma miss him These niggas hate on me, but I don't feel him These niggas make-believe and they pretenders Bitch, you a rat, you tellin' master splinter Beat up the pack and turn me to a gymnast These niggas feminine, really be typin' up shit like some bitches I was a young nigga with an extension You can't come in, this is trap money business You a trap nigga, then what are you flippin' He made a diss, but ain't nobody listen Trap went to sleep in the motherfuckin' kitchen So many blues on me, look like I'm cripin How could I hide if I live in the trenches? How he a slida he ain't never been winded Always wit dimes, but I come up from pennies Big M16, but still shoot like a semi I feel like Meek when he show up in Philly You feel the hate, but your pockets is empty I don't rap beef like it's Tupac and Biggie I'm a big dog, but ain't nobody sick me, bitch