Lyrics What Happened? - Mal London

Yeah, yeah... Ohh... Ohh... yeah, yeah
Uh, shit... Uh huh
Had to do sum real quick... yeah, uh, listen, listen

It was that first grade, we just ran through like fuck what ya'll been hearing
Ten years, fuck running down, they be talking bout whatchu stearing
Cooking up, where they bust down, they be pressing all of ya fearings
Boy don't go down that street, you already know who gon' come near it

See, they gon' press ya life, making sure that you get home right
They gon' huddle up, talking bout which one wanna fight em... Uh, yeah
Is that what ignites em? see they want my head profit knowing they idolizing... Uh, yeah
I don't wanna talk my shit

Say, "Mal, what's next?"
Ima come down like I need to hit a few licks... Uh, yeah
Nigga don't forget, Errybody look for the profit
Errybody look like whatchu wish

In the backseat of my car cause it's madness
They gon' be like who that nigga with the status
We gon' come down with that knit like "What's hannin?"
Like we straight up to the league
We some champions... (Uh, yeah) fuck what happens

Chatty pattin', nigga's coming with patents
Understanding what I mean, I'm an assassin
But once you see what I mean, so will the masses... Uh, yeah

I'ma problem, I just do what I want, what is an album
I'ma talk my shit, hunnid an hour
But you is flowered, feeling like you empowered

Ouuu... Am I talkin' my shit
Put that shit on the glass, I'ma put that shit right back where it fits... Uh, yeah
You's a fan with a fit, see you's that bitter-spoiled nigga who wish he was with it

Be back in the mu' fuckin' play, go hold ya own, McCauley home, and this is where I stay
And when you fold your own, make sure that ya ass is safe to stay
And this is where ya problems leads to, this is where you pray

Pray to God, Donnie, Kirk
Make mo', break mo'... bread, that we fake fo
Ain't ya angle, understand ones predicament, change ones way fo'
One nigga tryna get it, but that's how the game goes

In the backseat of my car cause it's madness
I'ma gon' be like who that nigga with the status
We gon' come down with that knit like "What's hannin?"
Like we straight up to the league
We some champions... (Uh, yeah) fuck what happens

Chatty pattin', nigga's coming with patents
Understanding what I mean, I'm an assassin
But once you see what I mean, so will the masses

Uh, yeah... Like what happened
Uh, yeah... Like what happened
Uh, yeah