M.arques B.erry - GQ

I got it covered like GQ
See me breeze through wit no tint on the windows so you can see through
This is just a preview
Believe me they don't believe you
You can't see me like the wind
I made her come again
I turn one to ten
The pen they can't comprehend
The denim jacket from Japan cost a couple grand
I still got the upper hand
To get this far we had to conduct a plan
We stuck wit it and touched digits like a push start on a plush sedan
I'm the fuckin man
I'm a beast, paid a half a stack for the sneaks they was unreleased
I need a oz at the very least
I'm solo smoking tropic in all the black Audi
Looking gothic
Twenty thousand in each pocket
Yea we prosperous
Getting neck like a ostrich
Cartier binoculars
Cashier's checks and bank documents
I told shorty keep it on the DL
These niggas funny like DL
I'm getting money like Dave Chappelle
My wordplay pays me well
I drop the top while I blaze the L
My life crazy
White AMG Mercedes
Never sold drugs although we bartered the bud for a couple dubs
It never led to slugs
Just tryna buy some clothes and get a buzz
Back then I ain't really know it was
Green nuggs, the ones wit the red hairs what we really loved
I always got in trouble but never with the law
Everyday I praise God
Running in the rain it was a light drizzle
Got these haters miserable
My income residual
I've been smart since before middle school
$1000 dinner for two
Smoking during the interview
The backyard of the crib got a heated swimming pool
Yea, yea
I made a plan
Saw it all through my pineal gland
She the type to say that I don't need a man
But she glammed up
Don't wanna get her hands touched by a nigga unless he got lamb truck
Twenty thousand people with they hands up
Stay down, don't play around, don't get jammed up
Twenty thousand people with they hands up
Stay down, don't play around, don't get jammed up
Yea
That's it

Written by:
Marques Berry

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