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I've become to goin' through customs
in my pocket hollerin', "Fuck them"
I'm livin' that life that you talk about
I'm fuckin' them hoes that you only thought
I that money but you won't spend about
As much I made off my last single out
Whatchu think of Niggaz, y'all know
That I kill niggaz slow 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 I pack tools
Go and act fool and become dog food
Memph Man, uh-huh, that's me
nigga that don't give a "Basically"
And I'm smokin', it be like that
Ya blunt went out, nigga relight
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 how?
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Geda
Yeah, I'm finally put in the game, right where I be
And the gat laid right where it be
Violate, you be put where you be
Have your family and friends screamin', "How he?"
Walk the streets with a on his back
Ride around in a V with the in the back
And for y'all that swear, I front for rep
Only thing that I front is 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 scale plus bag and
And how to, aim and shoot and I got brain when the locked
Wherever the dot spot the tape
You keep 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 five hundred Benz
I got no love for you niggaz it ain't no need to be
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, no statements
Just shots, empty casings
No prints, V's no
Phone, Sprint, Six, no chips
R-O M-A
Realist hood and nigga, comprende?
You bitch niggaz know I'm focused
You still M-E-M loc'n right?
In the black V, the gat on my lap
Shovel in the trunk, go 'head nigga,
This M dot E-M-P-H-I-S
Coppin' out to a one to three, you nigga
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?
I'm M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Geda
DJ Clue, Desert

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