J Marshall - Foolish

One thing I don't play about is who I keep around
You my brother bet not front don't even gotta ask around
If you move like opposition better keep it to yourself
If you heard a somebody chopping all I know ask is how?
How you let them finish talking?
You ain't smack him in his gums?
How they comfortable around you
Come round me and keep it hush
How they running at the mouth?
Apparently you ain't say nun
Heard from you today
Three days ago I heard it from a jawn
I'm not kicking it with nobody don't understand principle
No energy to beef
I never planned on getting cooked
Junior year I copped the beats
Sold 'em to me for a fee
Selling everything you owned
And it still ain't set you you free
That boy acting foolish
I'm like what he doing
Steady getting pussy but he hang out where the school is
Said he bout a bag
I had a play and he ain't do shit
Acting like a son I cut him off umbilical
That boy acting foolish
I'm like what he doing
Steady getting pussy but he hang out where the school is
Said he bout a bag
I had a play and he ain't do shit
Acting like a son I cut him off umbilical
I had left town on stint
Picked up a M4 with a sling
Nights I broke down over stress
Life in the sand a different scene
If you never been to war
It's gone be hard for you to see
Coming home people I loved
And couldn't even get a ring
Billion dollar vision
I don't live in fantasy
I seen stranger things than
Moving with your mind telepathy
Don't force a soul to rock
If they don't wanna feel the beat
Thought you getting in the VIP
Buy a ticket life ain't free
No mind to the rumors I discern what eye can't see
No astrology they wanna see me in their dreams
Middle of the night get a double dose of me
Put my finger in her hair, and her yeah curl her feet
That boy acting foolish
I'm like what he doing
Steady getting pussy but he hang out where the school is
Said he bout a bag
I had a play and he ain't do shit
Acting like a son I cut him off umbilical
That boy acting foolish
I'm like what he doing
Steady getting pussy but he hang out where the school is
Said he bout a bag
I had a play and he ain't do shit
Acting like a son I cut him off umbilical

Written by:
J. Locke

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