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I've become accustomed to goin' customs
in my pocket hollerin', "Fuck them"
I'm livin' that life that you talk about
I'm fuckin' hoes that you only thought about
I that money but you won't spend about
As that I made off my last single out
Whatchu think of that? Niggaz, y'all
I kill niggaz slow when I live for this dough
Got labels sick, I they hate that
I'm makin' they push them dates back
I don't tattoos to prove I pack tools
Go 'head and act and become dog food
Man, uh-huh, yeah that's me
Same nigga 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 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 how?
Yeah, I'm finally put in the game, right I should be
And the gat laid right it should be
Violate, you be put you should be
your family and friends screamin', "How could he?"
Walk the streets a body on his back
Ride around in a V with the in the back
And for y'all that swear, I front for rep
Only that I front is hoes and coke and clips of tef
With a co-D, a, menace to the people
we sold D and made a livin' off of people
Ghetto, us, and we taught ourselves
How to add and plus bag and sell
And how to, aim and shoot and I got brain when the locked
Wherever the dot leave the tape
You keep actin' like you can't die in a
And I let sixteen of 'em dive in your
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 how?
Picture me rollin' in that hundred Benz
I got no love for you niggaz it no need to be friends
I give a fuck 'bout 'em, no need to talk 'em
He act it, I let the fo'-fo' pound 'em
The co-D's, nigga no
shots, empty shell casings
No prints, V's no
Phone, Sprint, Six, no nigga
R-O M-A
Realist hood and nigga, comprende?
You bitch niggaz I'm focused right?
You still catch M-E-M right?
In the V, wit' the gat on my lap
in the trunk, go 'head nigga, front
This M dot E-M-P-H-I-S
out to a one to three, you bitch nigga
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 how?
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see how?
DJ Clue, Storm

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