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m.a.l.c. – destroyed record x1 كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: m.a.l.c.]
just a young n-gga
trynna make a living off rapping

doing graphic designs
and maybe even get into acting

i’m just trynna get your attention
trynna get you to listen

i’m just trynna show everybody
that i’m something exquisite

trynna climb a long ladder
outta the way that i’m living

depression on my medulla
my visions are very vivid

the way that i write these lyrics
it’s something like drawing pictures

guess that’s what
makes me and artist

“elaborate how it started..”

3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th grade
i got bullied on the way that i dressed

been into a lot of fights
and lost more than success

that’s something i can admit to
unlike you p-ssy n-ggas
that ain’t never aimed a gun

when she came around the corner
everybody wanna run

and her mentality
actually, inherited to me

gotta go harder than ever
with the talents that i got

to make it to the top
don’t care if it’s simple or not

as long as i remain
in the lane, of being hot

and never ever get tricked out
of my position by a thot

9th grade i failed three times
wishing i could rewind

intelligent but ignorant
lazy and wasn’t into it

thought that i could make it
off rapping, fo graduation

i don’t smoke and i don’t drink
i’m conscious of what i think
but blinded to a lot of things

which leads me on
as i used to ponder my thoughts
of the government

“what was the sh-t that you thought of them?”

believed in illuminati
and how i thought
they was coming in

as the system
was k!lling off people
to lower the population

from being equal
this sh-t is no longer see through..

with the push of a b-tton
these m-th-f-ckas’ll delete you

people switched up & betrayed me
left me, said i was shady

the sh-t used to drive me crazy
now it longer phase me

i done got so used
to people coming and going

the only thing that matters now
is what i say in my drawings

to reach out to who relates
who can understand what i say?

questions that i ask myself
when i feel i’m no longer sane

“trust issues..”
million thoughts circling my brain

see everyone as a duplicate
thinking they gonna change

“your an introvert?”
with a mental mask on my face

aloof, when i’m in public
a loner that i proclaim

to be in a situation
where i don’t want
them around me

i’m hustling, trynna make it
and everybody just down me

i’m starting to feel like clayton
go m.i.a., and go silent

feel like i don’t get enough
f-cking credit for my talent

i work so hard
snap my neck for people

why do i feel like
they don’t really give a f-ck..

almost starting
not even to believe in love..

starting to feel like
that i’m actually corrupt..

they coming for me
they wanna see me give up..

they wanna break me down
and have me self destruct…

- m a l c

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