Lil Marcus - Mad

Feel like I'm talking to the devil when I'm spittin' to this mic
Ain't gotta ask me when we slidin', bitch, you know I got my pipe
And if I ain't got it up on me, nigga, then we gotta fight
And it don't matter if I'm skinny, nigga, still knock out your lights

And why these niggas playin' gangsta in the streets
That shit ain't right and you can't see me in the day
I'm a demon, pop out at night
I call my demon twin and ghetto, we TSB shit for life

And if you playin' with the name, we pop up while you shootin' dice
It's the summertime, really out here tryna take a life
Call the reapers or the reaps, you said that shit it's up for life
Why you lookin' at us crazy? Say what up, you bound to die

Damn, damn, damn, damn
Call La Ray, you know he itchin' for that blick, ready to blow
Catch a nigga while he loafin', takin' pictures at that store
You can't kick it with me, nigga, if you don't Clutch on your pole

Fuck the opps, them niggas bitches mad cause we fuckin' They hoes
I can't kick it with some niggas, heard them niggas, fuckin' told
Speakin' on some shit from way back, then that shit is gettin' old
Seen a nigga up in person, nigga, froze, and drop his pole

Every time I'm outside slidin', bitch, I gotta make it home
Damn, damn, damn
Bitch, I gotta make it on
Damn, damn, damn

Lil Marcus on this bitch
Damn, damn, damn

Written by:
Marcus Bonnick

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