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Uhh
I've become accustomed to through customs
in my pocket hollerin', "Fuck them"
I'm livin' that life you only talk about
I'm fuckin' them that you only thought about
I spend that money but you won't about
As much that I made off my last out
Whatchu think of that? Niggaz, y'all
That I kill niggaz slow when I live for this
Got labels sick, I know they hate
I'm makin' they artists push them dates
I don't need to prove I pack tools
Go and act fool and become dog food
Man, uh-huh, yeah that's me
Same 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 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
Yeah, I'm finally put in the game, right I should be
And the gat right where it should be
Violate, you be put you should be
Have your family and friends screamin', "How he?"
Walk the streets with a body on his
Ride around in a V with the shottie in the
And for y'all 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, to the people
Yeah we sold D and made a off of people
Ghetto, corrupted us, and we taught
How to add and scale plus bag and
And how to, aim and shoot and I got brain when the locked
Wherever the dot leave the tape
You actin' like you can't die in a blaze
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 how?
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 it ain't no need to be friends
I give a fuck 'bout 'em, no to talk 'bout 'em
He act it, I let the fo'-fo' pound 'em
The co-D's, no statements
Just shots, shell 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 right?
You still catch M-E-M right?
In the V, wit' the gat on my lap
Shovel in the trunk, go 'head nigga,
This M dot Bleek
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 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
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