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swervin' - malpractice lyrics

black boy bodyin’ the balance beam
simone biles in the ivy league
i wreak havoc like a prodigy
so when i die tell ‘em make me phantom of the opera please
sheesh
how i’m supposed to pay the rent tho
biddie outta trini
and we sippin’ on calypso
it fits tho
how he big stage inna small room?
how he on the road to riches
riding inna car pool?
ugh, the ride tinted
my mind on my business
the shot’s when klay’s hot
& the d, kawhi leonard
i’m more like a finisher
even when i start sh*t
bank account looking
like the balance on my smart trip
negative
how i leave healed
when i stop pain
wop at the range
and we train
how the cops train
in the backyard
& we screaming the block name
new gun crank
like i’m starting the chop train
new year’s eve
and the deaths finna follow
‘cus n*ggas get popped before they even pop the bottle
still the mayor for life
i hope the city should know the motto
seen my chocolate turn into a macchiato
rappin’ ‘til i got grey hair
on my sisqo
yeah, i want the mouth piece
but you can keep the lip tho
fresh b*tton up
and i sneak it wit a zip hoe
tragedy & sins
now it’s panic! at the disco
i’m learning
ball uptown when i’m down
got a handle on the net
said i was a boss then (boston)
now i’m irving
got a new flame i ain’t know the dame (notre dame)
church on fire
cus i tried to f*ck the game
i’m a virgin
but i did have to sell a bit (celibate)
focused on the settlement
so i don’t do no settling
since i got the gold
i ain’t really one for meddling
i’m tryna stay ready
and they tryna stay relevant
black boy fly
heavy wings wit this debt on me
please don’t ever check me
if you never came to check on me
i ain’t got no poker face
so they don’t wanna bet on me
nikon image
and the picture still developing
clipped my rose
in the fl!cks i pose
if i miss my goals
then i hit my woes
i’m living in the attic
but i still know how the cellar be
i could be the better you
but i prefer the better me

heard you need bud from the plug
i don’t really sell drugs
but if you give me a dub
then i’m servin
how he split the spliff like this
get a fix off this
open brain open heart &
i’m a surgeon
on i*95 doing 95
whippin on the shoulder
getting by every ride never merging
propane turned novacane
tried staying in my lane
but i can’t cus i’m vain and i’m swerving

n*gga come home and he feeling like a whole nother person
i’m back in the city and a n*gga couldn’t feel more suburban

- malpractice lyrics

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