Correction Lyrics Malcolm X by Pooh Shiesty

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(Ayy, yo, Odyssee)
(Bandito go too hard)

Listenin' to Malcolm X make me feel like I'm a Muslim
Yeah, I love the Zoe and Tank and Bleed like them my brothers
They taught me sh*t my daddy didn't, my mama couldn't
Where I come from, you had to did it before you put it in your raps
I can't even put on no fitted, all these n***as, they be cap
I just be runnin' with the glizzy, we got ARs, we got MACs
I ain't tryna catch no feelings, hope no strings don't get attached
On my back, I put my city, I'm gon' carry 'em 'til I can't

Put 'em on my back, carry 'em 'til I can't
sh*t run in my genes, I'm inherited to them racks
GCM, just for Lil Wolph, you already know what's up
I just copped me two ARs, I'm gon' run down with both of 'em
They act like it's smoke or somethin', I better not catch 'em chokin' up
You see me, I'm blowin' up, yeah, that's what I be focused for
Don't tell me that you in love with me, I ain't the only one
I got lil' YGs who love to scheme, they always up to somethin'
I say go get it done, they get it done today
No, ain't no one-on-ones, my n***as love to spray
I say go get it done, they get it done today
No, ain't no one-on-ones, my n***as love to spray, yeah

The heat with me while I perform 'cause everybody ain't no fan
n***as prayed on my downfall, it f**ked them up I got them bands
I seen the plot before he tried me, so I upped and got to sprayin'
Might go Draco out the coupe, I had to shoot it with one hand
We was just f**ked up in South Memphis, didn't think I would make it out
Didn't have no bed all the way to eighteen, I was sleepin' on the couch
I put two n***as on 13, so I went missing for a while
Convicted felon at eleven, always been a problem child
My members gon' get active sober, don't need pills, weed, or liquor
And that was me, I take the credit, I gave that M to my lil' n***a
I'm still the same man when I'm behind or in front of that trigger
Just like my b*t*h, it keep gettin' badder as I get bigger and bigger
Shiesty put on for the young n***as that feel trapped and in the streets
I'm on the block like Antetokounmpo, for the bucks, leave you deceased
We hear no evil, see no evil, they can't ask and I ain't speak
Soft twenty thousand on your head, less than a week it's R.I.P.

Until I can't, can't no more
Carry 'em 'til I can't, 'til I can't no more
'Til I can't no more

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