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Marc Jacobs
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Marc Jacobs was released on June 20, 2025 by Old Soul Music as a part of the album Capital
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AlbumCapital
Release DateJune 20, 2025
LabelOld Soul Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marc Spano
Marc Spano
Drum Programming, Sampler, Drum Machine
Santiago Leyva
Santiago Leyva
Rap, Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Spano
Marc Spano
Composer
Santiago Leyva
Santiago Leyva
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fashawn
Fashawn
Recording Engineer
Marc Spano
Marc Spano
Producer, Mastering Engineer
Jharee
Jharee
Mixing Engineer
Austin Hart
Austin Hart
Graphic Design

Lyrics

Reporting live from the nickel
Nickel plated non official
Traditional we're letting bullets fly as a ritual
I ditched a few heard em breeze buying in the whistle
Seen a rapper dying his land was sacrificial
Had to hit you fire made the avenue sizzle
My trapping is mental it's like I'm moving crack out the venue
Supremacy is what I exhibit it bring me enemies
Hennessy guzzling sipping you smell this in the weed ruckus
Made my adversaries bleed buckets
Red rum got the G's FPD ducking
What you need cousin for the freeze just bring ducats
My team pumping see every pinky ring flooded
The G's doubling overseas breeze through Dublin
Used to bubbling book on my life deserve publishing
The diary of a disciple apostle hostile
The Don not the capo it's choppo
Overlooking the city meditating on the milli
The real recognize the fake could never fill me
What up papo let's get rich until we're filthy
Invest live off the interest it's time to build
Overlooking the city meditating on the milli
The real recognize the fake could never fill me
What up papo let's get rich until we're filthy
Invest live off the interest it's time to build
I operate like I'm the computer
An entrepreneur who used to keep his mind in a sewer
Gravitated towards the hustlers collided with shooters
I applaud the boss y'all admire the movers
Baptized in the game remove S and put a dollar sign in my name
Don't know why it's in my veins
No demand for your product so our supply's not the same
All of my profits were sponsored by my pain
Cocaine campaigns a damn shame
America's son I'm the one they can't blame
Got me running rampant taking penitentiary chances
Now thanks to the pen record labels sin in advance
Miss I swear there's layers to this player
I'm back to all the naysayers say a prayer
I got bodies to collect and dollars to invest
Remind me to fly Spano out west
Overlooking the city meditating on the milli
The real recognize the fake could never fill me
What up papo let's get rich until we're filthy
Invest live off the interest it's time to build
Written by: Marc Spano, Santiago Leyva
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