Mar2x - Last Words

(Let me lock in)
(And if I die, I think they gon' need em a stadium)
(Bring out the city to my shit to show I made it)
(My music got these hating niggas going crazy)
(Pray everyday that I can make it home safely)
(And if I die, I think they gon' need em a stadium)
(Bring out the city to my shit to show I made it)
(My music got these hating niggas going crazy)
(Pray everyday that I can make it home safely)
Been in the streets like I don't need no education
I'm well protected know the gang like the navy
Keep a 30, that bitch rock but I ain't Tracey
Been feeling like i'm #1, no Mcgrady
Done with that lifestyle, I got 1 and that's my baby
She get on top and ride it smooth like a Mercedez
And I stop fucking wit ole girl, she going crazy
I told my nigga, don't you fuck her, she got rabies
Me and my shawty, we go back just like the 80's
And they get mad when I go and drop shit for the ladies
Just talked to Taq, told em I need something wit Wavy
Cause that last shit that we did, that shit went crazy
Cant wait to have a little me but I ain't hasty
Gang like a brotherhood but we don't do no hazing
Don't be talking like you tough, that shit don't phase me
Get this money, run it up, that's on a daily
We like the NBA, we got that heat and know we got them rockets
Lead the league in scores while we sit up in the office
Lead the league in blocks, we got every corner rocking
Lead the league in boards, rebounding all the profit
Lead the league in steals, gimme that, whats in yo pockets
Lead the league in pass assist up off yo wallet
#1 in every stat, who coming close, nigga stop it
Championship like every year, just gon' tell you that its promised
(Know they like damn how you come up wit them rhymes)
(Thats shit that I live, I just put it into lines)
Sometimes I need my space cause sometimes I don't be fine
In need of a counselor, paid the mic to be mine
Feel like the patience wit my mother is completely out of time
And I swear I do love her and I hate her, same time
I been in and out depression, sipping back to back wines
And y'all be saying quarantine, nigga I say quarantine
Man I gotta be 1 of the greatest
I don't wanna fail, please save me
Big bro hold it down on a basis
24, by 26, i'm famous
Racing in them Scats wit the gang on 485
No lie, man I cant wait til we make it
Gotta lot of music in the files, i'ma save it
Whenever I die, hit up Mike for the payment
Whenever I die, my last words was I

Written by:
Mar Alexander

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