Melachi the Nutcracker (Group Home) - Words From the Nutcracker lyrics

[Verse: Melachi the Nutcracker] Sick thoughts on my mind with no self control Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll Sixteen years old with a heart that's gold Yo check it check it out like this, here we go Run around the streets cold strapped like an alley rat But now I'm gettin' much props like a fat cat A young mack, but I don't think I'm all that I just can't sweat another brother's bozack So what the f**, y'all, movin' on up Gonna swim in big bucks, like Scrooge McDuck And if ya don't like it and you wanna step up Then open your mouth, and s** my nuts Melachi the Nutcracker, I'm always gettin blacker Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter I'm from the Bronx, New York City The big f**in' Apple where the n***as get busy God bless the dead, and God rest my pops Peace to the n***as goin' out bustin' shots