Wretch 32 - Malcolm, Wretch lyrics

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Wretch 32 - Malcolm, Wretch lyrics

Us n***a's been playing catch up They say we're animals, I play the black panther Making capital, capitalising with my caps cuz I bet my last penny they don't wanna see my cash up I see Zeon in the building looking black, cuz Colin swinging in the building, that's a Batsa I see the twins up in the building showing mad love Making white money but my n***as selling black stuff Said we never amount to nothing, that's what history said Tryna rewrite the story but it lives in my head Do you have to be a colour just to visit success? If you had one choice, would you be a Kim or a West? George or a Best? See how we think on the ends We go from being locked out to both feet on the desk We're soul survivors, my brothers are known survivors All my brothers spit but my brother can sell saliva We hustle for it, sometimes guess we struggle for it You want a bet a grandson? I'll put my mother on it She called me a wasteman, I'll put a buckle on it You put your hand on my pot, you get a knuckle for it You better take that as a caution When kids was coming, I was thinking 'bout abortion Cause I had no chips, not even a portion And now both kids riding in my Porsch and Yeah, Straight up, so northern Watch her kick it when I had to Diadora But she religious, now I Christian Dior em She's after three so it better be a foursome But enough about that when I'm from broken streets My sister, my childminder couldn't afford those fees See, my mother opened doors with those corned beef keys This is all we eat, like we had a corned beef treat But in retrospective, this is all we need Uncle Charlie hit the bottle, now they pour him grief Had to get to 27 for my sweet 16 No dinner in seven days but they call me weak Nah, strong like my n***a Malcolm I tell my label that they better drop the album No hit single, baby, tell me what's the outcome? I could sell 6 words to 100,000 Yeah, don't let me Ministry of Sound me You've got the balls, tell me when we playing rounders Cause I'm strong like my n***a Malcolm I could sell 6 words to 100,000