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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquis Remar Simmons
Songwriter
Synesthetic Nation
Songwriter
Lyrics
Uh
Ayo
I'm tryna buy up the block
From bottom to the top
Citizens app notification
Niggas need to stop
Gentrification happening right at
Where they getting shot
And y'all would rather
Kill a nigga
Than put something in a pot
All that money together
Imagine what they could do
Own the corner stores
And gas stations
Momma crib too
I know it's real beef
That niggas dealing with
But you don't really wanna be the reason
That them candles lit
How you living crazy
With no life insurance
Now ya momma got a GoFundMe
Cuz she need assurance
In debt
Just to put you in the ground
Niggas coulda had a crown
Instead it's RIP tees
Cuz you wanna hold it down
Fuck outa here
With that nonsense
Niggas think they drilling
Only making a killing
Literally
You not the hero of this story
You looking like the villain
Stray bullets flying by
Really taking out civilians
This shit is not a drill
Niggas really
Marching
Marching
Thinking shit cool
But you looking like a fool
(Dickhead)
Everywhere got cameras nigga
Now ya candids on the news
Yeah
Ya oldheads failed you
And I'm sorry to break it to you
Man they
Got these youngins
Marching
Marching
Marching
Don't get caught green
Like the muhfucking Martian Man
Proceed with caution
They shoot anything walking
Leaking red from the tee to the socks
Like they repping Boston
Very often
I'm tryna buy up the block
From the bottom to the top
Aye you could buy up the block
From the bottom to the
Listen
I don't got time for no bitching
I'm too busy in the kitchen
Sipping while whipping up
Some of this prescription
Yeah I prescribe the drug
And it's also known as love
Transcribe my feelings
And you know
It's coming from above
Oh yeah
So show me some love
Wait
This the city of the brotherly
Well it's supposed to be
Instead
Niggas got them llamas crying
Like them mommas be
I'm on a journey
Like the odyssey
Can't let no bull
Fuck up the prophecy
Nah Ima be
A part of the solution
No more littering
No pollution
Tryna get these bucks up
Like a rocket outa Houston
Yeah I been back for two years
Spent a couple for a gig
Damn sure wasn't no bid
But I see my city is amid
Of struggle
It's no more tussling
No more knuckling
These young bouls buckling
Spinning back to back
To buck again
I hear them gunshots
And them sirens
Ain't no muffling
It got me sick
I grab the 'Tussin then
Cuz these niggas really
Marching
Marching
Marching
Thinking shit cool
But you looking like a fool
(Dickhead)
Every where got cameras niggas
Now ya candids on the news
Yeah
Ya oldheads failed you
And I'm sorry to break it to you
Man they
Got these youngins
Marching
Marching
Marching
Please don't get caught green
Like the muhfucking Martian Man
Proceed with caution
They shoot anything walking
Leaking red from the tee to the socks
Like they repping Boston
Very often
I'm tryna buy up the block
From the bottom to the top
Aye you could buy up the block
But you stupid muhfuckas prolly not
Writer(s): Marquis Simmons
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