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I've become accustomed to goin' customs
Pound in my hollerin', "Fuck them"
I'm that life that you only talk about
I'm fuckin' them hoes that you thought about
I spend money but you won't spend about
As much that I off my last single out
think of that? Niggaz, y'all know
That I kill slow when I live for this dough
Got labels sick, I know hate that
I'm makin' they artists push them dates
I don't need tattoos to prove I tools
Go 'head and act and become dog food
Memph Man, uh-huh, yeah me
nigga that don't give a "Basically"
And I'm smokin', it be like that
Ya blunt went out, relight that
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see how?
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Geda
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Bleek
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see how?
Yeah, I'm finally put in the game, where I should be
And the gat laid where it should be
Violate, you be put you should be
Have family and friends screamin', "How could he?"
Walk the streets with a body on his
Ride around in a V the shottie in the back
And for that swear, that I front for rep
Only thing that I front is and coke and clips of tef
With a co-D, that's a, menace to the
Yeah we sold D and made a livin' off of
Ghetto, corrupted us, and we ourselves
How to add and scale bag and sell
And how to, aim and shoot and I got brain when the wrist
Wherever the dot spot the tape
You actin' like you can't die in a blaze
And I let of 'em dive in your wake
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Bleek
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see how?
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Bleek
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Geda
Picture me rollin' in that hundred Benz
I got no love for you niggaz it no need to be friends
I give a 'bout 'em, no need to talk 'bout 'em
He act 'bout it, I let the fo'-fo' 'em
The co-D's, no statements
Just shots, shell casings
No prints, V's no
Phone, Sprint, Six, no nigga
R-O M-A
Realist and clique nigga, comprende?
You bitch niggaz know I'm focused
You still catch loc'n right?
In the V, wit' the gat on my lap
Shovel in the trunk, go 'head nigga,
M dot E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
Coppin' out to a one to three, you bitch
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Bleek
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Geda
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Bleek
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Geda
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