Mali Finesse - Mr. Postman Lyrics

It's Mr. Postman
The goat it's the bragging and boast man
It's the island the go coast to coast man
The burn em and serve em like toast man
They sick and they singing the blues
It never clicked that I'm top on the news
Carry the blick if they lookin for clues
A and B convo ain't talking to you
A and B convo with pop in the grave
Yeah he said I ain't no regular fella
Yeah it's been raining so hard and so cold ever since but your spirit holds up my umbrella
Do this for you
Mali been telling em one day I might end up at the Coachella
Try to keep guiding my brothers my word is bond and I preach it like Nelson Mandela
Yeah I been spitting the truth
Yeah I'm preserving the youth
Yeah I been hitting the booth
So hard I knock out a tooth
No they can't get in the groove
Cause I'm always on the move
Yeah they gon try to improve
Criminals never this smooth
Gang never lose

It's Mr. Postman
The goat it's the bragging and boast man
It's the island the go coast to coast man
The burn em and serve em like toast man
It's hot over here but they cold
You sit around and you do as you're told
This shit my destiny had to unfold
Collect the profit I pack it and fold
Yeah

Shoot it like Kobe
I'm sick of them tryna to bring out the old me
I'm sick of the talking cause they never show me
I'm stuck in a cage, but they can not hold me they'll never control me I'm counting the winnings I lay up the and one like postman
No they can't fold me them niggas is lonely you know I'm just better than most man
Gimme the keys
They see me coming they shiver and freeze
Gimme the millions gimme the cheese
Yeah I'm too hot like 100 degrees
Yeah they ain't handling my expertise
You know I always stay aiming to please
These niggas sick in the head like disease
No time for talking if you disagree
Postman drop em to they knees