Mar-Q - Latona

Welcome to the dark side
What up boys and girls
This that kill
Tell you bout my world
Hella shit was ill
Sick as fuck
Prolly make hurl
Never had no picks
Ny got hit
I was on some shit
Snapping off the rip
Never talked don't do politics
Fdb the clique
We was stupid
Elmwood was the strip
Or we played on Buist
Til the lights came on we got it lit
Green around the face
We was apes
They was glory days
Gotta count our blessings
We was saved by amazing grace

Pistol toter
From latona
Turn you to a organ donor
My hood keep the realest niggas
Posted up on every corner
Had to grow up quick
Quarter waters turned to baking soda
We be with the shits
Chevys Pontiac's we pull up on ya
Pistol toter
From latona
Turn you to a organ donor
My hood keep the realest niggas
Posted up on every corner
Had to grow up quick
Quarter waters turned to baking soda
We be with the shits
Chevys Pontiac's we pull up on ya

Charge it to the game
You could never understand my pain
They killed my brother Nate
Shit insane
Hit em in his brain
If I see that nigga pull the trigger
Make em feel the same
No I'm not a killer but for my brothers I don't play no games
G was on the move
Breaking rules he was looking too
He got booked for shit
Went to see em
Had the freshest shoes
He got out
And remained a goon
If beef he'd see you soon
Grabbed a Houston rocket
When he pop it send you to the moon

Pistol toter
From latona
Turn you to a organ donor
My hood keep the realest niggas
Posted up on every corner
Had to grow up quick
Quarter waters turned to baking soda
We be with the shits
Chevys Pontiac's we pull up on ya
Pistol toter
From latona
Turn you to a organ donor
My hood keep the realest niggas
Posted up on every corner
Had to grow up quick
Quarter waters turned to baking soda
We be with the shits
Chevys Pontiac's we pull up on ya

Had no silver spoon
Life was tarnished
Nothing wouldn't bloom
Glock under my garment
Smith and Wesson in my glove compartment
Living check to check
40 racks in debt
Made life the hardest
That's what got me started
Blocks on fire
The devil was my partner
All I see is evil
Seen a nigga
Next day he departed
Streets is painted Scarlett
Everybody looking like a target
Walk it like I talk it
Feel no pressure
I ain't living cautious
All my words I mark it
In a sharpie
Permanently
Off it

Pistol toter
From latona
Turn you to a organ donor
My hood keep the realest niggas
Posted up on every corner
Had to grow up quick
Quarter waters turned to baking soda
We be with the shits
Chevys Pontiac's we pull up on yaPistol toter
From latona
Turn you to a organ donor
My hood keep the realest niggas
Posted up on every corner
Had to grow up quick
Quarter waters turned to baking soda
We be with the shits
Chevys Pontiac's we pull up on ya

Written by:
Marquan Middleton

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