Hotboii feat. Pooh Shiesty – Malcolm X Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Malcolm X – Hotboii feat. Pooh Shiesty

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 s**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**gas, 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

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Put ’em on my back
Carry ’em ’til I can’t
S**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**gas love to spray
I say go get it done
They get it done today
No, ain’t no one-on-ones
My n**gas love to spray, yeah

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 s**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

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I can’t even put on no fitted
All these n**gas, 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

The heat with me while I perform
‘Cause everybody ain’t no fan
N**gas 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**gas on 13
So I went missing for a while
Convicted felon at eleven
Always been a problem child

My members gon’ get active sold
But don’t need pills, weed, or liquor
And that was me, I take the credit
I gave that M to my lil’ n**ga
I’m still the same man
When I’m behind or in front of that trigger
Just like my b**ch, it keep gettin’ badder
As I get bigger and bigger

Shiesty put on for the young n**gas
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.

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 s**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**gas, 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
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…

➤ Written by LeviBandito, Odyssee, Pooh Shiesty & Hotboii
Album: Double O Baby
Produced by Odyssee & LeviBandito
Hotboii | Pooh Shiesty | 2020

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