Malice in the Palace

Lyrics: Karon Vantrees/Taurus Bucy Currie Jr. Music: Karon Vantrees/Taurus Bucy Currie Jr. Producer: Taurus Yeah You already know what the **** goin' on man I ain't even gon' say- Yeah This shit ain't hard to see (Yeah) All the real niggas locked up, we still want em' free All the bad bitches heard about me, they be tryin' me (Yeah) All I do is hit the bitch quick, I know she tired of me (Ooh) When I was a kid wore True Religions on my robberies I can't love no hoe, boy, that shit dead just like my heart don't beat (I swear to God) Look inside my cup this bitch so thick it look like Ari' (Ooh) All I do is drink lean and go shopping, my life boring Lil' bitch, I got the stupid chеck, yeah, I'm retarded (Bee) Thе hitters know I got a twenty strip for any murder (Bow, bow, bow, bow) I'll have them boys put yo hat in the air, you would think it's Shmurda (Yeah) I don't give a **** how many tragedies happen, Imma get some money (I don't give a ****, nigga) I'm double cuppin' cream soda and the lemonade (Huh) My twins gon' pop out cuban links and some tennis chains (You know that) She tried to **** two days in a row, I ain't feelin' it today (Never) You knew me way back when, bitch, I'm different 'cause I'm paid (I'm rich) You know, bitch, I'm a boss, you gotta be privileged in my space (Yeah) My shorty like graffiti, but Givenchy spray paint (Shh) It's like eight in the morning, I'm thinkin' bout sippin' me an eight I'm cuddlin' Ben Franklin, all my bitches think I'm- The **** wrong with that bitch? Yeah I don't give a ****, nigga I'm a real player, don't ever forget that Boy, you need to quit poppin' pills like they pimples (Stop) I can whip a brick, mix the tape like a demo (Shh) I could put you down, all you gotta do is listen (Put you down) Money and these drugs, this shit gettin' to my mental (Yea) I don't own that bitch she comin' back, it's a rental (She comin' back) I lost a duece of Wock' three days ago, I still miss it I put some cold game on that hoe, made her shiver (Ooh) You know I'm wavy gang on that hoe, cry a river I don't mean to brag yo' biggest dream, I done did it (Nigga) When I go to sleep, nah, I don't dream cause I be livin' (Nigga) I felt so much pain, painkillers don't even heal it (Huh) I sip purple rain, but I'm a king, I ain't Prince (Yeah) **** it, I'm done measuring the lean, pour it in I think this lil' bitch wanna ****, she keep throwin' hints (Yeah) A god up in the trenches speak on me, go repent I'll have yo ass covered in white sheets, join the clan (Bow) She can't even speak, bitch, blink twice if you wanna leave yo man The nigga Veeze the worst, man, him and Hitler hand in hand My sprite was clear, but I hate fishbowls, so I added tint Imma have to squeeze my hand past twenty thousand to get some lint, lil nigga You better know who the **** you're talking to nigga I'm rich as hell nigga **** wrong with these niggas man Mastering Engineer: Michael "MikFly" Dottin Vocals: Veeze