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letra de how it is - malz monday

[verse 1:]
never found my place in the crowd, so i stay from the crowd
they laughed at me then but look at they faces right now
jigga gave me the blueprint, i been tracing it out
never chasing the clout, i’m just embracin’ my route
never catch me worshipping false idols (never)
how you flexin’ in a rental with no car t-tle?
and when it come to street credit, you got a low fico
but you know i’m a smooth criminal like the g.o.a.t., michael
really, my psyche like michael myers, my flow psycho
if ya intentions ain’t genuine, i just don’t like you (nah)
who said i ain’t good in the hood? i just stroll right through
f-ck what you heard, n-ggas know that i been cold like flu
so no comparisons (i’m cold)
‘cos i’m the rarest one
i got respect for some n-ggas, i just ain’t scared o’ none
why every time when they need some help, i be there for them (huh?)
but every time when the tables turn, i ain’t hearin’ none?
huh

[chorus:]
that’s just how it is
that’s just how it is (uh)
that’s just how it is
that’s just how it is
yeah, that’s just how it is (yeah)
that’s just how it is
that’s just how it is
man, that’s just how it is (uh)
that’s just how it is
that’s just how it is
yeah, that’s just how it is (man, that’s just how it is)
that’s just how it is

[verse 2:]
police pull me over and ask me why i look nervous (what you mean?)
it’s bl–dy murder, ain’t here to protect or serve us, uh
you know the narrative
life might be more fair if i had fairer skin
that’s just the way it is (d-mn)
and we just can’t pretend
you turn a blind eye on your people, that’s a heavy sin (word)
see, i could give a f-ck about the bread you spend (f-ck it)
how you claimin’ a culture that you don’t represent?
that’s some sucka sh-t (sucka!)
i was up then i was down but now i’m up again (now i’m up!)
now the ones that turn they back, they showin’ love again
people see me, asking me with such and such and them
don’t bring them n-ggas up around me, i don’t f-ck with them
i cut ‘em off, it’s permanent (cut ‘em!)
and, if you claim i did you dirty, you deserved the sh-t
guilty until proven innocent’s what the verdict is
when you from the hood, they don’t treat you like the suburban kids
but

- malz monday

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