Now, in the time when niggas wasn't supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of 'em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It's a bouncing baby boy, a king's name they would employ
And before he even squeaks it's decided it's Malik
Now, give him hope, give him care, raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare light brown eyes will keep you there
Let's progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and cinematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
Made grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out
Damn
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
Never thought that I would ever be writing this song (No more crying)
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone (He's in sunshine)
Soul so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took the grip to Granny's house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of stairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn't care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I'mma flash forward, well took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I'm at
Standing on the side of black, Malik Izaak