So Much More by Malachi Grant Lyrics
Chorus:(Malachi Grant)
So Much More to this World
More to this Boy
More to this Girl!
So Much More to see
So Much More to be
So Much More to Me—e
Verse 1:(Malachi Grant)
Mr. Been Had Skillz, Just That ILL
Merksmilez From Peekskill for Real—
Deal or No Deal, I’m a Show skill
Running everywhere cause I won’t stand still
As I’m running everywhere, they be yelling out chill—
When they hear my verse spill, they be yelling out ill!—
This the sequel to Just That ILL
This is So Much More, how you think that feel?
Just That ILL
No sound on def ears but still they hear this
In they soul and spir-it turn it up they feel it
Vibrations for the ear-less
My music is fearless, so people call it careless
It care less about your hearing
More about your feelings
Merk is in the Building
Koncept on the track and I’m tearing this building Down!
Evacuate the Women and the children Now!!!
Chorus:(Malachi Grant)
So Much More to this World
More to this Boy
More to this Girl!
So Much More to see
So Much More to be
So Much More to Me—e
Repeat Chorus:
Verse 2:(Malachi Grant)
Drop top whip, keep your head in the air
It’s a bird it’s a plane it’s the Man round here
Stay fly everyday so they stop and they stare
The glam, the glitz plus the blitz from the glare
Shot from a gun to light the night air
A flare to the life where you do what you dare
And if you ain’t scared you’ll do cause you care
Where the people that could of but didn’t? NO- Where!
Merk’s Dope no homo
High no stoner
Looking like money wrapped in money band rollers
Smelling like success get a whiff of my auroma
And dudes kinda ill to the customer, that’s the rumor
I was taught to be cool in the heat
Think then speak
At arm’s length but still out of reach
Time is money so let your time speak
And be a fisherman so you always eat
Chorus:(Malachi Grant)
Verse 3:(Malachi Grant)
Get Money-Money Get Money-money-money
Throw it in the air cause you trying have fun
3 percent of what I got nah, I ain't dumb
Keep stacks on stacks Federal Reserve funds
I know they want some, but they can’t get none—
I work har-rrrd for this, tell me what you’ve done
My procedure flow, proceeds to flow
Like homie get the pizza doe
Throw it in the air celebrate! It’s raining Doe
What-up-Doe is my Doe and my FAM too
But let me break it down for you
See I was never about the money; I was always about my FAM
Man makes the money, money never made this man
Got respect got power than the money flew in
Looking at my kicks, I guess I’m a shoe in
Cause money keep coming like it ain't got other plans
But money ain't everything, I hope you understand
Chorus:(Malachi Grant)
So Much More to this World
More to this Boy
More to this Girl!
So Much More to see
So Much More to be
So Much More to Me—e
Verse 1:(Malachi Grant)
Mr. Been Had Skillz, Just That ILL
Merksmilez From Peekskill for Real—
Deal or No Deal, I’m a Show skill
Running everywhere cause I won’t stand still
As I’m running everywhere, they be yelling out chill—
When they hear my verse spill, they be yelling out ill!—
This the sequel to Just That ILL
This is So Much More, how you think that feel?
Just That ILL
No sound on def ears but still they hear this
In they soul and spir-it turn it up they feel it
Vibrations for the ear-less
My music is fearless, so people call it careless
It care less about your hearing
More about your feelings
Merk is in the Building
Koncept on the track and I’m tearing this building Down!
Evacuate the Women and the children Now!!!
Chorus:(Malachi Grant)
So Much More to this World
More to this Boy
More to this Girl!
So Much More to see
So Much More to be
So Much More to Me—e
Repeat Chorus:
Verse 2:(Malachi Grant)
Drop top whip, keep your head in the air
It’s a bird it’s a plane it’s the Man round here
Stay fly everyday so they stop and they stare
The glam, the glitz plus the blitz from the glare
Shot from a gun to light the night air
A flare to the life where you do what you dare
And if you ain’t scared you’ll do cause you care
Where the people that could of but didn’t? NO- Where!
Merk’s Dope no homo
High no stoner
Looking like money wrapped in money band rollers
Smelling like success get a whiff of my auroma
And dudes kinda ill to the customer, that’s the rumor
I was taught to be cool in the heat
Think then speak
At arm’s length but still out of reach
Time is money so let your time speak
And be a fisherman so you always eat
Chorus:(Malachi Grant)
Verse 3:(Malachi Grant)
Get Money-Money Get Money-money-money
Throw it in the air cause you trying have fun
3 percent of what I got nah, I ain't dumb
Keep stacks on stacks Federal Reserve funds
I know they want some, but they can’t get none—
I work har-rrrd for this, tell me what you’ve done
My procedure flow, proceeds to flow
Like homie get the pizza doe
Throw it in the air celebrate! It’s raining Doe
What-up-Doe is my Doe and my FAM too
But let me break it down for you
See I was never about the money; I was always about my FAM
Man makes the money, money never made this man
Got respect got power than the money flew in
Looking at my kicks, I guess I’m a shoe in
Cause money keep coming like it ain't got other plans
But money ain't everything, I hope you understand
Chorus:(Malachi Grant)