Chef Mal - My Path Lyrics

I grew up in the ranch
In the desert of Vail
My pops was the man
He done raised me well
Put food on the table
Said that's the plan
Said being a bully
Wasn't being a man

So I grab on my paper
My Pencil and pen
And I start to begin
To Scribble bout people
My demons and evils
I'm weak and I'm feeble
But speak about me bro
Or get in my space

Then I'll turn up my pace
An highlight yah mistakes
I'll get cha on fashion
An I'll examine yah traits
So you better think twice
Before rolling those dice
Or I'll be in your hair
Like you're dealing with lice

Yah name could be here
To fill up some space
So take yah best shot
But prepare to say grace

I'm grabbing my peeler
My knife and my tweezers
I'm heating the steamer
Igniting the cedar
I'm bearing my teeth
Like a James Harden Three
I'm serving my haters
And they ready to eat

Since About Ten
I was looking for friends
And Then I met Trent
An I knew that when
Him and I met
That I could depend
We made our own blend
And we started a trend

The things we got in and
The time we would spend
He'd bring me to church
So I could just prey
On all the fly hunnies
That had all the money
Too sweet for my tummy
Cause tooth decay

When I moved up to Maine
Man I knew I'd do well
My mom had my back
Which done made me excel
She helped me face demons
Said that was the plan
So I turned a new leaf
And became a new man

Near Four years sober
But I'm addicted to soda
Addicted to vaping
Addicted to my Phone
They say that it ain't true
I'm addicted to weed dude
I don't think I'm sober
Just cause I quit booze

Open your eyes
An see the truth
Our government lies
Follow the clues
It's us the poor
Versus the rich
Get off yah ass
An go vote bitch

It's a matter of fact
If you unravel rappers
The tempo get faster
Blast of like a NASA
Crash land in yah bathroom
While wearing your bathrobe
My dick hanging out
And I'm taking a shit

If Step in my space
You will get a Facebook
If you step in my lane
You will get cha pride took
If he pulling out heat
Then I'm pulling out mine
I'm not talkin shooters
I speak a bout rhymes

We brought that banner
In two thousand and five
Now I'm throwing one up
For the Desert Sky

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