The X by Murder Mal Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got many styles, shit is getting deep here, boy
I'm too wavy, bet you can't see clear boy
See the waists, the squad keep the heat there boy
Everybody want to beef, there's no peace here boy
Niggas who talk money usually all silent
It don't come to me then you know I find it
Things falling down, man, it's all good timing
Cause with money or not, Ima still be grinding
If you want my head now, speak up, come line me
Catch me in the East, in the Bronx, where you find me
I'm a New York nigga so you know that I'm grimy
So I always keep the goon or a killer besides me
Mal too hard, I'm a beast my nigga
I'm just tryna get high, styles P my nigga
No socks but the kid too elite my nigga
I don't sell but the kid need the key, my nigga
[Bridge]
I wanna go back to the old G times
Where niggas kept it too real and spit OG rhymes
And now niggas get hype with they lowkey shine
With they whack ass weed, they need OG dimes
And if you come around my side, b, you don't see crime
You get it done to you quick, even OG's slime
Better talk to me nice, I don't let OG's slide
Or I'ma talk to your jaw then hit you with a peace sign
Niggas wasting all they shit, but I only need time
And my squad eating good, you can see we fine
I stay calm in this shit, like I'm on recline
And if I claim it then you know that it's gon be mine
[Verse 2]
I had to flow for these niggas, just to start shit off
If it ain't money or more money then boy get lost
Play dummy, it rain buddy, ya life ya cost
MM's with my G's, boy, I might Rick Ross
If you ever was my bitch, I got a message for you
Tell your nigga suck a dick, cause what the pussy gon do?
You know Mal so reckless, tell your nigga I said it
If it's static like Jada, tell that nigga to set it
And it's off with his head, know the nigga regret it
4 shots in the Clip on his back like Reddick
I won't stop til you dripping and your ass need a medic
I'm from the grimey ass X, loose your life in a second
If you hearing this you lucky, send these niggas a message
I got many styles, shit is getting deep here, boy
I'm too wavy, bet you can't see clear boy
See the waists, the squad keep the heat there boy
Everybody want to beef, there's no peace here boy
Niggas who talk money usually all silent
It don't come to me then you know I find it
Things falling down, man, it's all good timing
Cause with money or not, Ima still be grinding
If you want my head now, speak up, come line me
Catch me in the East, in the Bronx, where you find me
I'm a New York nigga so you know that I'm grimy
So I always keep the goon or a killer besides me
Mal too hard, I'm a beast my nigga
I'm just tryna get high, styles P my nigga
No socks but the kid too elite my nigga
I don't sell but the kid need the key, my nigga
[Bridge]
I wanna go back to the old G times
Where niggas kept it too real and spit OG rhymes
And now niggas get hype with they lowkey shine
With they whack ass weed, they need OG dimes
And if you come around my side, b, you don't see crime
You get it done to you quick, even OG's slime
Better talk to me nice, I don't let OG's slide
Or I'ma talk to your jaw then hit you with a peace sign
Niggas wasting all they shit, but I only need time
And my squad eating good, you can see we fine
I stay calm in this shit, like I'm on recline
And if I claim it then you know that it's gon be mine
[Verse 2]
I had to flow for these niggas, just to start shit off
If it ain't money or more money then boy get lost
Play dummy, it rain buddy, ya life ya cost
MM's with my G's, boy, I might Rick Ross
If you ever was my bitch, I got a message for you
Tell your nigga suck a dick, cause what the pussy gon do?
You know Mal so reckless, tell your nigga I said it
If it's static like Jada, tell that nigga to set it
And it's off with his head, know the nigga regret it
4 shots in the Clip on his back like Reddick
I won't stop til you dripping and your ass need a medic
I'm from the grimey ass X, loose your life in a second
If you hearing this you lucky, send these niggas a message