The Marvels

A down south we here I kicked the door down Yea yea you already know what it is Free the real yea, Mike Smiff nigga Let me talk my shit nigga yea R.I.P. my boy Rey, that was my fucking nigga Paranoid to this day 'cause I don’t know who did it All this pain turned a nigga to a fucking killer Riding 'round popping jiggers still clutching pistols Had pressure with lil Cheefa, we wasn't even speaking for real Talked to him the other day, we no longer beefing for real Seen Young B but ain’t speak to that nigga I love him like a lil brother but he hurt my feelings I'm like damn everything a nigga did for you Fuck Smiff the last thing I post to hear from you Everybody like chill man, he just a kid That nigga twenty something year old he ain't no fucking jit It ain't no problem that that nigga couldn't have brought to me Whatever it was it could have sat me down and talk to me Thinking back, reminiscing it could have been different I tried to give them niggas game them niggas ain't listen Use to sit Fatz down and try to speak to him Me and big man always use to preach to him Now my nigga locked up doing ten and shit And everybody told on him who went in with Went that pressure on niggas fold every time Bring the whole click down look at 6ix9ine Thank God everyday that I don't owe no favors Ain't nobody help me get out here and get this paper So why these down south promoters always tryna play me Always negotiating, never tryna pay me When any time I’m in the biddy man, you know it’s litty A nigga booked on this road you can keep them pennies Niggas already know how it go yes sir One monkey don't stop no show I saved a lot of niggas lives, I can’t even lie My young niggas wanted to slide so many times Bumped into him at the store my nigga up that steel I told my nigga just chill let that nigga live When that nigga hear this song, he gone know it's real Ain't got to say yo name, you know who you is I don't know why niggas act like I ain’t really bout it When my niggas the ones out here catching all the bodies Savage life, we were moving like the cartel Free my nigga Bad Ass, free Marcel Sliding through the one, looking for my nigga Boota Me and [?] was in the water like a barracuda Heard my nigga Poppa J on that molly now When I was broke, he was the only one that held me down Heard my nigga down bad losing weight and shit I can't see him like that, I can't take that shit Shit hurt a nigga heart man I hate that shit Hope my nigga bounce back, I hope he shake that shit Sitting back smoking weed, thinking 'bout my future As long as Black Jack alive, I know I got a shooter Ain't grow up with my nigga, but I love my nigga Never asked me for a penny, he been loyal to me Me and Dre use to argue 'bout a lot of shit One week before he died we had a argument I think about it everyday man, my nigga Dre A nigga love you man, that something I ain't get to say I had a lot of respect for you, I hope you knew that You use to tell me put on for Naranja, I'm gone do that fore real In another nigga city with a big pistol Drinking brown liquor, chewing on a skittle Thinking 'bout my niggas in the penitentiary Sitting back wishing shit could have been different Sitting back wishing shit could have been different