Malice in the Palace Lyrics – Veeze

Read the full Malice in the Palace lyrics by Veeze from the album Y’all Won along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Veeze’s music, you can also explore Old Shit and BirdMan, two other songs by Veeze.

[Intro]
Yeah
You already know what the fu*k going on man
I ain’t even gon’ say-
Yeah

[Verse 1]
This s*it ain’t hard to see, yeah
All the real n!ggas locked up, we still want em’ free
All the bad b!tches heard about me, they be trying me, yeah
All I do is hit the b!tch quick, I know she tired of me (Ooh)
When I was a kid wore True Religions on my robberies
I can’t love no hoe, boy, that s*it dead just like my heart don’t beat (I swear to God)
Look inside my cup this b!tch so thick it look like Ari’ (Ooh)
All I do is drink lean and go shopping, my life boring
Lil’ b!tch, I got the stupid chеck, yeah, I’m retarded (Bee)
Thе hitters know I got a twenty strip for any murder (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
I’ll have them boys put yo hat in the air, you would think it’s Shmurda, yeah
I don’t give a fu*k how many tragedies happen, Imma get some money (I don’t give a fu*k, n!gga)
I’m double cupping cream soda and the lemonade (Huh)
My twins gon’ pop out cuban links and some tennis chains (You know that)
She tried to fu*k two days in a row, I ain’t feeling it today (Never)
You knew me way back when, b!tch, I’m different ’cause I’m paid (I’m rich)
You know, b!tch, I’m a boss, you gotta be privileged in my space, yeah
My shorty like graffiti, but Givenchy spray paint (Shh)
It’s like eight in the morning, I’m thinking bout sipping me an eight
I’m cuddling Ben Franklin, all my b!tches think I’m-

[Bridge]
The fu*k wrong with that b!tch?
Yeah
I don’t give a fu*k, n!gga
I’m a real player, don’t ever forget that

[Verse 2]
Boy, you need to quit popping pills like they pimples (Stop)
I can whip a brick, mix the tape like a demo (Shh)

I could put you down, all you gotta do is listen (Put you down)
Money and these drügs, this s*it getting to my mental (Yea)
I don’t own that b!tch she coming back, it’s a rental (She coming back)
I lost a duece of Wock’ three days ago, I still miss it
I put some cold game on that hoe, made her shiver (Ooh)
You know I’m wavy gang on that hoe, cry a river
I don’t mean to brag yo’ biggest dream, I done did it (N!gga)
When I go to sleep, nah, I don’t dream cause I be living (N!gga)
I felt so much pain, painkillers don’t even heal it (Huh)
I sip purple rain, but I’m a king, I ain’t Prince, yeah
Fu*k it, I’m done measuring the lean, pour it in
I think this lil’ b!tch wanna fu*k, she keep throwing hints, yeah
A god up in the trenches speak on me, go repent
I’ll have yo ass covered in white sheets, join the clan (Bow)
She can’t even speak, b!tch, blink twice if you wanna leave yo man
The n!gga Veeze the worst, man, him and Hitler hand in hand
My sprite was clear, but I hate fishbowls, so I added tint
Imma have to squeeze my hand past twenty thousand to get some lint, lil n!gga

[Outro]
You better know who the fu*k you’re talking to n!gga
I’m rich as hell n!gga
Fu*k wrong with these n!ggas man