MoneyMarc - Popular Loner

Popular loner if you gotta rock yourself then just do it
This one for my real niggas this for the people that went through it
They take advantage when you loyal and try to take away your trueness
Had a dream about the riches grabbed a paper then I drew it
These other niggas useless and the bitches just be clueless
They gon feel my pain and the hunger through my music
Police ain't here to serve swear they only here to screw us
I swear I love the gang i'm on this mic to introduce us

Growing up was hard you could only pray to God
Ask him is it possible to take away these scars
Throwing in my heart and my passion in these bars
We was born around the hate but you will never get alarmed
Stay focused keep your path it can happen overtime
Put in the work be consistent the results a be just fine
This coming from straight from the heart i ain't even tryna rhyme
I seen the haters from the start make sure them niggas don't get a dime

Tryna offer me your love and your trust but I ain't buying
Can't trust these niggas or these bitches nowadays they just be sliming
Went through poverty its a difference between living and surviving
I'm just tryna help the struggle my main goal is to be inspiring
Random breakdowns out in public man I swear that I be wildin
It is what it is will forever be my timing
They try to tip the ladder cus they see a nigga climbing
Young nigga tryna win but all the Ls just steady piling

Don't my waste my time if it ain't bout the money I ain't dialing
I'm wit the gang and ain't no new ones nigga you know that we ain't hiring
I'm stomping on they necks look all the pressure i'm applying
I'm in this game for long i ain't thinking bout retiring
I'm on a different timing you could feel me when I speak
They gon feel it in they souls and put my music on repeat
You could make it out that struggle you could make it off that street
You could make your people eat and give the formula to each

Tryna go from views from the corner to views from the beach
Free my dogs up out that prison RIP to my deceased
Hope you listen to my music and it get you on your feet
Why give up today keep grinding king tomorrow could be sweet
The dreams ain't chasing me i'm chasing dreams just like i'm meek
This gon be reality i saw it in my sleep
Sit in the corner self convos then I throw it on a beat
I came from having nothing now my money looking neat
I came from having nothing now my money looking neat

Written by:
Marcus Watson

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