I Don't Mind
MALO 100 Lyrics
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100 percent
NYC
Big Queens
RIP GB
Shorty what's the word
I'm out here wilding, that's a Fendi
Got it on me, don't offend me
Got Amiri's, got Givenchy
I'm the trapper of the century, turn a nigga into history
Fuck the police trying to frisk me
Yo tell that nigga Kev, he a bitch, can't keep up with me
Don't get fucked up with this blicky, we leave you out here sticky
Hoe, tell that nigga Kyle, his bitch is coming quickly
I ain't worried what she do, she really in love with me
I'm dripping in finesse, you could tell that I been thuggin
Popping bottles, looking rugged
Living every day like fuck it, in the club I be mean mugging
But just because I'm high, don't mean I ain't 100
Don't be talking if you fronting, don't be talking if you lying
Free my homies in the island, free my nigga little Carlos
Talking down on you, we sliding
Son, fuck that nigga Chris, talking like a king but crying
Yea, you crying for a bitch, the whole hood know she wilding
So, let's get back to money, let's get back to fucking profit
Niggas out here pocket watching, till we pull up and we pop them
Niggas really be fugazi, number one, I feel like Tracy
Sipping lean and smoking Lazy, I'm out here moving crazy
Gotta set the message out, in case if you forget it
When you dreaming ain't no limit, you gon' get it as you living
Really out here dripping, Avianne diamonds hitting
I really load the clip in, and leave a nigga slipping
I finesse you while I'm zoning, sipping Henny in the morning
Talking shit about my block, but not dumb to be on it
Don't be stupid trying to scam me, cause I came here with the blammy
My whole hood they say we family, you want beef you can just at me
In the song "I Don't Mind" by MALO 100, the lyrics speak to the artist's street lifestyle and his disregard for societal norms. He represents his affiliation with the MALO World and MALO Gang, emphasizing his loyalty to his crew. By mentioning NYC and Big Queens, he asserts his pride in his hometown and asserts his dominance within his local community.
The line "RIP GB" is a tribute to someone who has passed away, possibly a close friend or family member. It shows the artist's emotional connection to his roots and the impact that loss has had on him.
The next few lines depict the artist's confidence and swagger. He describes himself as "wilding" and wearing luxury designer brands like Fendi, Amiri, and Givenchy. This showcases his material wealth and high fashion taste. Additionally, he asserts his prowess as a trapper, someone involved in the illegal drug trade, with lines like "I'm the trapper of the century."
The mention of the police and defying their attempts to search him suggests his defiance against authority. He disrespects someone named Kev, claiming that they can't keep up with him. The artist further warns others not to mess with him and his "blicky" (slang for a gun), implying that he and his crew are not to be taken lightly. The lyrics also touch on his interactions with women, boasting about a girl being in love with him and not caring about what she does.
In the second paragraph, the artist expresses his carefree attitude towards life. He mentions popping bottles and living each day recklessly, without hesitation. This is further emphasized by mean mugging in the club, showing his tough exterior. He reminds listeners that, despite his high lifestyle and potentially drug-influenced behavior, he remains true to himself and maintains his authenticity.
The artist then delves into some personal feuds and conflicts. He disses someone named Kyle, claiming that his girl is coming to him, implying his ability to steal someone else's partner. He also mentions a person called Chris, whom he criticizes for crying over a girl, insinuating that he is weak. The artist takes pleasure in putting these individuals down, perhaps suggesting he is not one to be messed with.
He includes lines about money and prosperity, wanting to focus on profit and success. He criticizes people who try to watch his pockets, asserting his financial independence. He considers those who are fake or fraudulent, stating that he feels like Tracy, possibly referencing a famous figure like Tracy Chapman, known for her authenticity and true artistry.
The final paragraph focuses on the artist setting a message straight, highlighting the importance of pursuing dreams and goals. He depicts his flashy lifestyle with Avianne diamonds and sipping on lean (a type of drug cocktail). He prides himself on his ability to load a gun and catch someone slipping, implying his dangerous nature. The artist admonishes those who talk negatively about his neighborhood but wouldn't dare step foot in it.
He warns against trying to scam him and proclaims his loyalty to his community, considering them as family. The artist invites any challenges and beef, encouraging others to engage with him directly rather than hiding behind deceit and manipulation. Overall, the lyrics showcase a streetwise persona who is unapologetic about his lifestyle and is prepared to defend himself and his people.
Line by Line Meaning
MALO World, MALO Gang
We represent MALO, our world, our crew.
100 percent
We give our all, no holding back.
NYC
We're from the streets of New York City.
Big Queens
We're from Queens, representing our borough.
RIP GB
We pay homage to someone named GB who has passed away.
Shorty what's the word
Hey girl, what's happening? What's going on?
I'm out here wilding, that's a Fendi
I'm living a reckless lifestyle, doing whatever I want, and that's top-notch.
Got it on me, don't offend me
I carry a weapon for my protection, don't provoke me.
Never find my pockets empty
I always have money, never broke.
Got Amiri's, got Givenchy
I own high-end designer clothing from brands like Amiri and Givenchy.
I'm the trapper of the century, turn a nigga into history
I am highly successful in the drug trade, capable of eliminating my enemies.
Fuck the police trying to frisk me
I have a strong disdain for law enforcement officers who try to search me.
Yo tell that nigga Kev, he a bitch, can't keep up with me
Let Kevin know that he's weak and can't match my level.
Don't get fucked up with this blicky, we leave you out here sticky
Don't mess with my gun, or my crew will harm you and leave you dead.
Hoe, tell that nigga Kyle, his bitch is coming quickly
Inform Kyle that his girlfriend is approaching rapidly.
I ain't worried what she do, she really in love with me
I don't care about her actions; she is truly infatuated with me.
I'm dripping in finesse, you could tell that I been thuggin
I exude confidence and style, making it evident that I've lived a rough life.
Popping bottles, looking rugged
I celebrate by drinking expensive alcohol while maintaining my tough appearance.
Living every day like fuck it, in the club I be mean mugging
I live carefree, not caring about consequences, and I wear a hostile expression in the club.
But just because I'm high, don't mean I ain't 100
Being under the influence doesn't diminish my authenticity and loyalty.
Don't be talking if you fronting, don't be talking if you lying
Don't speak if you're pretending or being deceitful.
Free my homies in the island, free my nigga little Carlos
I want my friends who are incarcerated to be released, including my friend named Carlos.
Talking down on you, we sliding
We will take action against anyone who speaks negatively about you.
Son, fuck that nigga Chris, talking like a king but crying
I have strong animosity towards someone named Chris who talks with authority but shows weakness.
Yea, you crying for a bitch, the whole hood know she wilding
Yes, you're shedding tears over a woman, and everyone in the neighborhood knows she behaves irresponsibly.
So, let's get back to money, let's get back to fucking profit
Let's refocus on making money and maximizing our gains.
Niggas out here pocket watching, till we pull up and we pop them
People are enviously watching our wealth, but if they confront us, we'll shoot them.
Niggas really be fugazi, number one, I feel like Tracy
Many people are fake, but I am genuine and confident, like Tracy.
Sipping lean and smoking Lazy, I'm out here moving crazy
I drink codeine cough syrup and smoke marijuana, leading me to engage in reckless behavior.
Gotta set the message out, in case if you forget it
I need to make sure the message is clear, in case you forget it.
When you dreaming ain't no limit, you gon' get it as you living
In your dreams, there are no boundaries; whatever you desire, you can achieve in reality.
Really out here dripping, Avianne diamonds hitting
I'm truly showcasing my wealth, as my expensive Avianne diamonds shine.
I really load the clip in, and leave a nigga slipping
I genuinely fill my gun's magazine and can easily catch someone off guard.
I finesse you while I'm zoning, sipping Henny in the morning
I smoothly manipulate you while I'm in my own world, drinking Hennessy in the morning.
Talking shit about my block, but not dumb to be on it
You're speaking negatively about my neighborhood, but you're not foolish enough to come here.
Don't be stupid trying to scam me, cause I came here with the blammy
Don't be foolish attempting to deceive or trick me, because I arrived armed with a gun.
My whole hood they say we family, you want beef you can just at me
The entire neighborhood considers us as family, and if you want a conflict, you can address it directly to me.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Fernando Correa
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