Slingers

Yeah, it's crazy bro
I fuckin hate slingers
I don't care what y'all gotta say I'm doing me you doing the opposite

Hollywood ghost, yea yeah
Yeah yeah. Marcel 21st
(Bow bow)

Nigga you heard that I blew up on insta
I'm like a plant that grew up on concrete
One of the greatest I'm taking my time
I don't need favors I'm chasing the paper
Marcel the young king I'm back, no cap
Crown on my head and I feel like a star
Radio interviews you don't get deals
My email is boomin' don't talk about sh*t

Every word I spit is a certified metaphor
Everything I said bitch you heard me I ain't stutter
Tryna reach the top I don't even need a ladder
Why you sleeping on me I don't really understand when you do it first never Underestimate the rest
Instead of making money but you busy on your TikTok
Why you say you famous and you never doing well?
I just gotta pray so I never go to hell
Started making music now I'm ballin rocking Jordan man
I blew up on the gram and niggas thought I had no vision
Now I'm rocking Dior and I'm sipping cappuccino
I just wanna build my legacy and now they say I'm evil
Said I wasn't shit, now I'm charging them for features
I remember I was broke I couldn't even buy a sneaker
Now I got a bitch, now I'm ballin better leave
Young nigga poppin bottles you might think I'm P.Didd...



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Writer(s): Martin Nyambe
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