M.A.R.K
Bandokay
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(Ayy, Lucid, turn that shit up) Turn that shit all the fucking way up, man Only way is up anyway, man Yo Throw my hat to the side and my gun in my boxers I feel like the man I do, I do Say a prayer to God, f-forgive me for the things I do Three pistols outside I can talk my shit, say a thing or two I'm in love with money, I love mummy Even when Bands ain't in the mood, he ain't bad, it's straight cap Go let the tray clap, run with your friends or defend it Sh-shoot, never seen, won't lend it G-lock attachment's extended Yo, there's a war in the ends, we're firing skengs Hashtag, lacking is ended, I never pretended Spinnin' your block, baow, baow, forget the friendship I love money, and it loves me too With all this money I can buy a new gun Tryna cop me a yard Take my girl to the shard and watch the view Bro cut, slide out with the dots Give him the-, he didn't know what to do Lil' g's charged up, left you scarred up Bro got masked up and he shot a yout We don't sell guns, we buy and fire them I ain't a liar, need some killers, I hire them Air out the flames like firemen Lil' bro by my side, got more than 5 of them Put all my trust in the O, my opps are wet, put them in the dryer then Collars are chavs, so go on and try it then 'Bout to drop my mixtape, go buy it then I lost Mark, that's M.A.R.K, the king from the start I lost smegs, so much stress to my head I felt all the pain to my heart Put my heart on my sleeve and it rained in the dark Shoot with skill, you can train in the park, I'll aim at your clart Hashtag play with a star, don't play with mans Throw my hat to the side and my gun in my boxers I feel like the man I do, I do Say a prayer to God, f-forgive me for the things I do Three pistols outside I can talk my shit, say a thing or two I'm in love with money, I love mummy Even when Bands ain't in the mood The Rolls-Royce got lights on the top I'm the G.O.A.T., so I'm coming back right for my spot I don't like people that say my mind's evil I don't like shit, let alone like all my opps I can strike all the dots, swing it and fight for my block Lil' bro's tryna slide with the Glock Izzpots in jail, he loves knifin' a lot The internet typing a lot (Bands) I know my opps must hate that back in the day, all of them were fans You're a lucky lil' boy if my machine jams You better get low if my machine slams Smooth with it, head top, I'm shooting it Walk with it, back street gang Bro-bro's driving I'm in the passy, man (passy, man) Straight slappy gang Yo, put my life on the line, I just walk with it Shit's unfortunate, I got a voice so I talk with it Giving my sisters hugs I tell 'em it's love, can never get bored of it Justice for M, I'm sorting it Literally all of it Coke in the club, got everyone snorting it Shotty too long so we shorten it (ying that) Everyone's rubbed, bro corner them R.I.P.s in 3's when you come from the hood though Broadwater Estate, me, I was in SJ History, may I still ask if it's good though We used to get 'round, everyone get down Leave with a blacked out three door called Punto Pull up to man, whagwan? Are you good, bro? Fly at the next man's hood show (brr, boi, boi, boi) I love money, money Bands
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Written by: Kemani Duggan, Lucien Dunne
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