RTA2MARCY (feat. P4 Da Don)
Take the RTA to Marcy like I ran from slavery
As long as you can sleep at night but that won't save you
These wicked ways I'm living got me addicted to paper
I ain't never looked for handouts or ask for favors
Always got it out the mud yeah the streets they made me
Gotta be patient even though they hatin I'm still gone make it
Get yo people dressed for Sunday if you plottin on takin
I lay that murder game down you must got me mistaken
Fuck the jakes free my brotha man them crackers was racist I play the background...
I'm numb to the pain
I been losing my homies
I made it out alive my nigga fuck what a internet nigga grossing
I mix liquor with dank, that's every day
I wonder what my pops would say
He been gone since I was eight
With nobody there to celebrate it
They telling you you famous but missed the first steps of yo baby
Without that microphone say that I'm crazy
I might jack a rap nigga chain
I been lookin funky
I been borrowing from my homies
Southside I had to lay low it
Say I'm a poet baby I'm half crazy
As long as you can sleep at night but that won't save you
Take the RTA to Marcy like I ran from slavery
Life a party pick a partner go and tell a neighbor
Cut a fuck nigga off like he was a piece of paper
Praying for my enemies that it get easy baby
Meanwhile I drop my draws on bitch at dinner table
We even Adam these rap niggas my Kane and Able
These wicked ways I'm living got me addicted to paper
I ain't never looked for handouts or ask for favors
Always got it out the mud yeah the streets they made me
Gotta be patient even though they hatin' I'm still gone make it
Get yo people dressed for Sunday if you plotting on takin
I lay that murder game down you must got me mistaken
Fuck the jakes free my brotha man them crackers was racist I play the background...
I can't not vote they say no why
Like really my nigga the world that we live in so silly my nigga
My homie got caught with a pistol got out and got killed with a pistol
His mama like sister we settled the score gotta even the digits
Mama like my mama she say go grab on that choppa go get him go get him
Mama like my mama she say go wet that nigga up and everybody with him
That's life on the set my nigga
Jamar dog we was posed to flex my nigga what's next my nigga where the rest my niggas
Gotta check on niggas cause the next day ain't gone always be the next my nigga
What's next for niggas
Is it gun violence va-violence...
Are we riding ra-riding
You like Trey you hopped outside it
Or you Doughboy you gone slide it
Roll down on him bumping my shit
Is it gun violence va-violence... A we riding ra-riding
I smoked my last 10 dollars probably
Please leave me alone let me think in private
These wicked ways that I'm living got me addicted to paper
I ain't never looked for handouts or ask for favors
Always got it out the mud yeah the streets they made me
Gotta be patient even though they hatin' I'm still gone make it
Get yo people dressed for Sunday if you plotting on takin'
I lay that murder game down you must got me mistaken
Fuck the jakes free my brotha man them crackers was racist I play the background...
As long as you can sleep at night but that won't save you
These wicked ways I'm living got me addicted to paper
I ain't never looked for handouts or ask for favors
Always got it out the mud yeah the streets they made me
Gotta be patient even though they hatin I'm still gone make it
Get yo people dressed for Sunday if you plottin on takin
I lay that murder game down you must got me mistaken
Fuck the jakes free my brotha man them crackers was racist I play the background...
I'm numb to the pain
I been losing my homies
I made it out alive my nigga fuck what a internet nigga grossing
I mix liquor with dank, that's every day
I wonder what my pops would say
He been gone since I was eight
With nobody there to celebrate it
They telling you you famous but missed the first steps of yo baby
Without that microphone say that I'm crazy
I might jack a rap nigga chain
I been lookin funky
I been borrowing from my homies
Southside I had to lay low it
Say I'm a poet baby I'm half crazy
As long as you can sleep at night but that won't save you
Take the RTA to Marcy like I ran from slavery
Life a party pick a partner go and tell a neighbor
Cut a fuck nigga off like he was a piece of paper
Praying for my enemies that it get easy baby
Meanwhile I drop my draws on bitch at dinner table
We even Adam these rap niggas my Kane and Able
These wicked ways I'm living got me addicted to paper
I ain't never looked for handouts or ask for favors
Always got it out the mud yeah the streets they made me
Gotta be patient even though they hatin' I'm still gone make it
Get yo people dressed for Sunday if you plotting on takin
I lay that murder game down you must got me mistaken
Fuck the jakes free my brotha man them crackers was racist I play the background...
I can't not vote they say no why
Like really my nigga the world that we live in so silly my nigga
My homie got caught with a pistol got out and got killed with a pistol
His mama like sister we settled the score gotta even the digits
Mama like my mama she say go grab on that choppa go get him go get him
Mama like my mama she say go wet that nigga up and everybody with him
That's life on the set my nigga
Jamar dog we was posed to flex my nigga what's next my nigga where the rest my niggas
Gotta check on niggas cause the next day ain't gone always be the next my nigga
What's next for niggas
Is it gun violence va-violence...
Are we riding ra-riding
You like Trey you hopped outside it
Or you Doughboy you gone slide it
Roll down on him bumping my shit
Is it gun violence va-violence... A we riding ra-riding
I smoked my last 10 dollars probably
Please leave me alone let me think in private
These wicked ways that I'm living got me addicted to paper
I ain't never looked for handouts or ask for favors
Always got it out the mud yeah the streets they made me
Gotta be patient even though they hatin' I'm still gone make it
Get yo people dressed for Sunday if you plotting on takin'
I lay that murder game down you must got me mistaken
Fuck the jakes free my brotha man them crackers was racist I play the background...
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Writer(s): Juwan Luttrell
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