Lyrics:
and the vultures
These days nobody wanna rap everybody wanna trap for you to change you have to adapt
You could've never made it without Marvin Sapp
Proving to y'all
hot or no
Lot of niggas in the game need to face it They Marvin Sapp never would've made it
I guess I'm giving y'all the gospel I'm from a city where
a legend, a legend is where you stay in
The cerebellum of niggas steady bumpin' your tape
In rotation with Marvin Sapp, Zapp & Roger, Marvin Gaye
Gaze
Got the whole game on freeze
Drip when I walk through streets
Doing this thing with ease
Blessed by the Lord you see
Walk through the hood I’m
so gracious
Marvin Sapp, cuz I never would have Made it
He okayed it so I'm off to the races
know like what I'm saying don't say whats up to me don't give me dap
I'm just getting started I ain't ran a lap
Never would've made Marvin Sapp
If it
He's a good dad
He not sour and then sweet like a sour patch yuh
And He sees the best in you
Shout out Marvin Sapp uh
Preacher preachin' good so I went
gestures give man's pressure like when the weapon rise
My words been weaponized
Y'all herbs should recognize that observed by any metric I'm
Nice with it
And best believe I'm making Statements if a pussy nigga try Me
You can't hang if you ain't so Pussy nigga don't stand by me
And these hollows took his cap
be playin' with my my mind we
slanging that Iron
Gone fuck around, hit up bap
Give that boy the blues no radio, it sound like Marvin Sapp
Slang that ho
they turn to Marvin Sapp
But they said that I never would have made
Mad cause my color shinning bright
And never been faded
Cuz had a spot four years
they'hit the Switch and do drive bys
The 64 Megan Thee Stallion Imma Make her mines
I'm put switches in her panties let That ass ride
We make the grill hit
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
do kill
Play my role straight by the book never I'm shook always I look
Both ways right before I cross roads far from a thug bad to the bone
Live for
Bricks to Billboards, grams to Grammy’s
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay
For sellin’ out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin
flow's is liquid
Let this fluid run in yo'
Veins and get addicted i'm a crook nigga
I smack niggas with' scraps
And crack niggas with' gats and
Jack niggas
a Thugs Mansion
Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the hommies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last
to Grammy's
From O's to opposite of Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay
For sellin' out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler,
Next album that you hear
The last from me
Feeling hella eager
To be leaving 2020
Yeah
Dead by Dawn, 2021
Coming soon
Album number two
But for now
I guess
bring out the best of me now
The best of me now
The best of me now
Best of me now
Now I'm on my fifteenth album, which could be my last
But I do
made it
Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went
How do I say this? I'm livin' for my son
But I can't figure out, why I'm at my
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