Markus Jay - A.C.S II

I just told 'em I'm in album mode
Get the bag I need a lot of those
Take care of 'em, got a lot of bro’s
On the search for yes I go a lot of no’s
Tell me what you wanna know about
I just booked a show and it’s sold out
I’m not the nigga that you wanna doubt
I don’t argue you with em
I just show em out
Gon’ and tell me what you niggas bout
‘Cause looking at you, I can’t tell
On my really Trell
I can’t go to jail
In the stu' I dwell
I can never fail
Granny left me and my spirit fell
Now a nigga gotta start from scratch
In the sky she at
Niggas trynna creep
But I ain’t worried about it cause she got my bacc
And I’m riding round with that 44
Life is going in slo-mo
But I’m too fast for them slow pokes
To a maybach from a volvo
And that’s ambition, what you know about it
I know you niggas don’t know about it
If they want a nigga, I need dough up out it
When it comes to skill man they know I got it
I can never quit
I can never stop
That’s on my momma and on my cousins
Like two dykes up in the sky
What that mean?
I’m star studded
Naw fucc it
With the metaphors
I’ma get bacc to my real raps
Got a real team
Got a real dream
If you disrespect
Then I will smacc
The shit of out a bitch
Or a switch nigga
Or a snitch nigga
I don’t fucc with those who don’t fucc with me
But if you fucc with me, you get kilt nigga
That’s plain and simple
I been poppin bitches
Like you pop a pimple on a teen face
Don’t hold a nigga to my past ways
‘Cause everybody now needs a clean slate
If the cops coming, I’ma run away
Go thru the alley, never hit fence
At 12 years old, I hit my first lick
I just thank the Lord that we didn’t leave prints
Now I’m in the city with no tints
Tell the hood this for motivation
I need more vacation
I been more than patient
I done more than waiting
They did more than hating
On a real nigga trynna feed the fam
More than hungry
You don’t understand
Told my granny I’ma get her out the hood
She just passed away
Nigga I’ll be dammed
If I stop now
Or I drop out
No support is a cop out
You heard it first outta my mouth
I’m mad as fucc you better watch out
The glock is on me when I pop out
I’m pulling up and ima hop out
Niggas far from worthy and the game is dirty
So I guess you all getting washed out
Hold on jay, you calm it down
Fucc you niggas, man I’m going harder
Going farther
‘Cause a nigga smarter
This the book of mark, and you can meet the Author
I promise you these niggas getting slaughtered
Word to my momma and on my daughter
Now I lay my problems on the mic
I used to lay them shits on the alter
Now I’m back around
Like a cap and gown
Stepping up
I ain’t bacc’n down
And I don’t hear nobody laughing now
Thought I told you niggas that I had the crown
This is real shit that you can vibe too
Real shit that you can ride too
Real shit that you can bump loud
Let it marinate and you can cry too
2020 it ain’t no debating
If you relating, then just stop the hating
I told you niggas that I’m done with waiting
This is just a sample and I know you tasting
If you playing this then keep bumping
I promise y’all that ima keep it coming
It’s really humbling that I came from nothing
But now a nigga on his way to something
What go around gotta come around
I’m old enough so I know it now
The hood is crazy, it’ll take you out
And I’m just thankful that I made it out
I know my granny looking down on me
When the sun is shinning when she smile on me
I’m hoping I can make you proud of me
I love you baby, R.I.P

Written by:
Markus Henderson

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