Marino - Krayola

Prayed for this a thousand times like was enough
I could've stayed and done a county line with all the yay I touched
I got it smothered on the scales
I Put on latex gloves and I'm covering my face cuz I can't inhale the dust
Fuck the government I went insane tryna cope
100 days away, rap saved me no jokes
I Been playing hunger games before they showed it on your screen
This pains an understatement but I'm closer to my dreams than before
Sosa boy Marino
Got marines for the war, Valentino Garavani or it's Christian Dior
Carried kilos in my bag, I got Risky for rewards
If I see him, do him bad
Record it, then I'm pissing on the floor
Blessed and I'm Sorted now I smirk when I'm throwing on a fit
Thank the Lord
If it Hurts, then your growing up a bit
You Better Handle all your chores
Don't Over think, plan your goals and set the score
Promise that my son will never see a bailiff in his life
Yeah I said, honestly I'm straight but it aches inside
High Quality in everything I do, I take pride
Studying Philosophy because I need greater mind
Chase the bag not these yats, that's a waste of time and it comes anyway you just have to pay the price
Lunch with the plug, funny cuz were related
I got some things I need to say but they'd read my rights
Same as any another day, liaison with my brother, safe
I pray son, it's gonna change
Waiting on the summer sun but here comes the rain
I just want a hundred grand, put a smile on mommas face
Everybody hustle that where I'm from, something pays
Said It on, southside
Marathon, I run my race
You're amateur, I can't relate
I think outside the box
Son you're gonna need the stamina to operate against me at the top
Bun the Jakes
Bun the gov
Bun a feisty little thot
Long time I been sat on this, waiting for the drop
Fast hands, call me Cassius Clay like them pots
I've been bagging up potassium, this yay come in rocks
Got a challenger mindset with a championship cross
Now all I needs a Promise land just like Rick Ross
God willing
Giving thanks
We ain't even kicked off and every man got his reason
Think it's sweet? well it's not
Instant P, whip the block, split the fees with my Gs
What you do with the prof is up to you, live in your means
Don't pick and choose, spit your truth, stay on your deen and skip the news
Keep my focus laser beam cuz I ain't tryna miss a clue
And bun these institutions they ain't tryna see the people shine
Evil crimes committed round the world by elitist guys
Justice will be served for treason against you and I
How my boy get more years for flying birds than pedophiles
It don't make sense

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