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Marquis Remar Simmons
Marquis Remar Simmons
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Synesthetic Nation
Synesthetic Nation
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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
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