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letra de malice in the palace - eli the guy

[chorus: eli the guy]
keep telling myself, they not really that n-gga
whole time got my face in the dirt (b-tch)
i don’t do crime, i laugh when my heart getting stabbed
feel like i’d rather hate you than hurt
thinking how long this sh-t take to get better
my blessings in counting, my balance is burnt
word on my bag, put them racks in my [?]
my habit is staying alert
stirring the pot, i’m just up on my style (ah sh-t)
like it better, i can’t even worry about you, b-tch (worry)
bestie calling my phone, she know i ain’t home
don’t want me, i doubt it
run our tension, we throwing them bowls (run the line)
watch your tone, malice in the palace
f-ck being passive, if i got me some gashes
that sh-t in the past now n-gga count this

[verse: bsterthegawd & eli the guy]
stay in your lane, get the f-ck out the road
i got a little heart, i need you some more
i remember we in school, stealing clothes
do what we could, now we doing the most
she get to moving, but i need surprise
choppa at my cousins’, a crib before i die
she a homebody, but always outside
i peep the bullsh-t, i can’t let you slide
aim with the bullsh-t, that sh-t on my momma
i’m chasing the dollar
beefing with shawty, she stay with the drama
i came for the neck, and i left with some trauma
testing my patience, f-ck with my chakra (b-tch)
run this sh-t eight year, feel like obama
foot on the gas, she never gon’ stop this
sh-t in my blood, sh-t straight from my father
[chorus: eli the guy]
keep telling myself, they not really that n-gga
whole time got my face in the dirt
i don’t do crime, i laugh when my heart getting stabbed
feel like i’d rather hate you than hurt
thinking how long this sh-t take to get better
my blessings in counting, my balance is burnt
word on my bag, put them racks in my [?]
my habit is staying alert
stirring the pot, i’m just up on my style
like it better, i can’t even worry about you, b-tch
bestie calling my phone, she know i ain’t home
don’t want me, i doubt it
run our tension, we throwing them bowls
watch your tone, malice in the palace
f-ck being passive, if i got me some gashes
that sh-t in the past now n-gga count this

- eli the guy

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