Marquise's Interlude (feat. Terayle)

These are Tales from the streets

Rule number one is never f**kin’ tell on the streets

n***a you crazy?

Verse 1

These are tales from the streets

Rule number one is never f**king tell on the streets

N***a discretion is key

And we don’t play the streets

So why the fuck these rappers always tattle-tale on the beat?

Y’all mothaf**kas think I really wanna serve in the streets?

Throw me in the studio and watch me serve on a beat

And pay attention, lil b**ch

It’s Marquise, that’s all me

Throw the shaft down her jaws

Look at my balls speak

And imma continue to do my thing

All facts homie, I’m too insane

Make these b**ches waterfall like I just broke the Hoover Dam

Really though

Rolling up green, smokin’ that Mistletoe

Creeping through halls like a boogie man,

Tippy toe

Really though

I’m ain’t the one to bring the drama to

I’m known rock a mic and crack a noggin too

I promise you I’ll never have to dirty my hands

I’ll bring them shooters to the zoo

And watch em show you want the llama do, uh

I run the city ni**a

Latitude and the longitude

Aye,

So f**k what you tryna do

Cause y’all don’t understand

I’m the man with the plan and the knowledge too

I shoulda mentioned that pen ain’t never had a ceiling

But everybody hatin on me

Tell me I’m the villain

Like I’m sick in the noggin and need some penicillin

But you know ain’t penicillin for prison ni**as

So when they let me up out his b**ch, I’m tryna to get to business, uh

Flex on ni**as with lyrical fitness

It’s just the beginning

It’s like I’m kickin fly shit like a bird with a big ass foot

Over look me, that’s a big ass look

Have y’all shook

F**kin around, with the wrong one

Got a long tongue for ya baby mom

I’m on 1 through 10

9 in the clip

8 homies in the cut and they ready for s**t

You’ll need a lucky number 7 tryna battle me b**ch

But even 7 ate nine

So you better be quick

Because I’m good in any city all the way to the 6

5 fingers on the mic and some cuts on my wrist

And a whole lotta bars

I got something to prove

So be-4 you press skip

3 minutes will do

And that’s real

It’s 2 many reasons to quit

But only 1 reason matters so I’ll leave you with this

If you got an opportunity to shift the way you livin,

And you know you got a talent that can keep you outta prison,

And you dedicate the time to the craft that you have,

And you focused on the goal and you tryna get the bag,

And you care enough to try,

You ain’t worried bout the past,

Always focus on the present,

Cause that’s really all you have

When you livin for the moment

Make it last,

Cause you’ll never know which moment is your last

Real sh*t

And These are Tales from the streets

Rule number one is never f**kin’ tell on the streets

n***a you crazy? (x2)

Verse 2

Rule number 2

If you my brother I don’t f**k with nobody that try to tell me they don’t f**k with you

On my life, can’t stand disloyal, dishonest, cockroach muhf***as

It’s loyalty, uh

Common knowledge

God-body mentality

In reality, I been the one

I never had a mother that could nurture me

I fed off the streets

Graduated to lyricism

I feed on the beats

And I didn’t even know my boss was my pops

On the set

Had me slangin on the corner

Tryna run him up a check

Then he passed

No assist

He got clapped

That was it

Used to slap me all around now he layin in the ditch

And it hurts

I guess I’ll never get it right brother

Lucky motherf***er

Pops favorite

Everybody’s favorite

Meanwhile Marquise everybody’s hated

But I been at the bottom of the basement below pipes for a long time

So this about to be a long ride

And I ain’t worried, this is all mine

I’m built for this shit n***a, I’m gone shine,

Ni**a I’m gonna shine