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Marshal
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Marshal was released on November 30, 2025 by pharmy recordz as a part of the album Space.Ave
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Release DateNovember 30, 2025
Labelpharmy recordz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
pharmy j
pharmy j
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
pharmy j
pharmy j
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
pharmy j
pharmy j
Engineer

Lyrics

Bad bitch out the window on Fuck shit, snakes in the back I don't trust this
His Body gettin filled with that substance
I been hurt one lung corrupted, Ben Frank talk not yo discussion
Off the X's she be reachin, She talm bout she want my hunnids
Dirty money, make her love me
Spaceship zombies, seats in bloody
Codeine dream bro sippin' bloody
Liquor shot, make her feel slutty
She said baby, you can trust me
In Another world, that would be lovely
Expensive wear, designer junkie
Pressure the gas not dead IM lucky
I got scars they never knew I had pharmy just get the money
Fuckin' around europe wit colored racks
My life like, uh,. monopoly
Maserati break the limit, special car came with technology
Broccoli keep me off my mind, I light one up, I do it commonly
All they hearts is filled with hatred, pop out fresh and make em vomit
Two bad bitches in the back, can't tell they twins givin each other knowledge
She think we got beef, cause I got high one night and ain't responded
Fuck their feelings, won't do dealings, I need hundred percent profit
Bout that bag we stomp the, gas, then bail out fast, head tap a target
She sendin' signals to the sky, told her I'm geekin' in the cosmic
Two door ghost, I'm ridin' fast shit, stomp the gas, take off like rocket
Flexin' for lul Instagram, know he dead wrong, he hurt his pockets
Ca-cash, give me paper cuts, blood drop on the franks, but I'm smilin
Outside tryna make me mad, instead bitch, I'm just stylin
Fresh to death, don't touch my clothes, I make that call have killer's wildin
I got rich as fuck, and your heart dropped I'm what your bitch describin
Bronem, don't go brag about that life, they just glad they survivin
Palms to God, cut in the demon, swervin' lanes, promotin' violence
You went back and fell for tears, pharmy the type to leave her cryin
I'm the reason she turned slime, backstab a bitch for all that lyin
Knew the truth from the beginning, why the fuck you still denyin?
We put belt to ass, gen five came twin, will smith in gemini
And Draco swingin' off my hip, all bro know kill when he get high
She told me we would hit the moon, but the next day it was goodbyes
Bout that bag, we stomped the gas, then bail out fast, head tap a target
She sendin' signals to the sky, told her I'm geekin' in the cosmic
Two door ghost, I'm ridin' fast shit, stomp the gas, take off like rocket
Flexin' for lul Instagram, know he dead wrong, he hurt his pockets.
Written by: pharmy j
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