Deep End
Yeah
Beezy
I'm weakened from all the niggas around me trying to pretend
Been trying to use that sequence to make me stronger than he-man
I'm just trying to get my feast in, we well seasoned
It's been a little minute since I fell off in that deep end
Do I want the fame or fortune idk I guess it depends
Just need ends, if it comes wit the fame then so be it
Niggas forgot about me won't ever forget that treatment
So now I show my ass, fuck it my exposure indecent
I need that money frequent
So we get flyer than allegiant
Running up the score them hating niggas prolly think we cheating
Comin for it all, you don't see the tears sweat and the bleeding
Just the end result, not knowing how hard we go for the vision
Wish death on all those against us
Bout my passions shit get serious
No more looking back I had to rip down my rearview
Got to get it, cooperate world wouldn't fuck with my appearance
At this point could give a fuck if niggas feel it
We up in the building
I been sipping so a nigga vision kind of tilted
Got the lead clocks on our side we just trying to milk it
Must admit it I'll be shitting
On every single nigga who counted me out
Or said I wouldn't get it
Bitch ass niggas
Can't believe they tried to get me gone like quicksand nigga
Doing what they can but I still get mine nigga
'Cuz I do what I want n these niggas can't last wit us
I promise they some jokes imma get the last laugh nigga
Came to rap with ya bitch on my mustache nigga
Came from smoking gas with her
In the deep end
Had her freaking in the whip behind the three percent tint
Went in deeper and the skeezer told me all ya secrets
So what's the thesis
She a fool with the head yeah she something like a genius
She always got some shit to say somehow I left her speechless
Black heart baby drive ya crazy
Just might just make a baby then I'm shaking, rip ya heart to pieces
Don't get all offended I was a player from start to finish
And you knew that now here we are dealing with awkward endings
All the bitches falling victim to this polished pimping
Turned em all against me bet my name in all they phone is plain ol' Marshall isn't it
Played me like I'm shady now they mad how Marshall flipped them dirty birds
Chicken connoisseur so every l song I'm on a curry verse
Goated, you know it 'cuz from the horses mouth you heard it first
I been on my grizzly from the first to the thirty-third
Beezy
Beezy
I'm weakened from all the niggas around me trying to pretend
Been trying to use that sequence to make me stronger than he-man
I'm just trying to get my feast in, we well seasoned
It's been a little minute since I fell off in that deep end
Do I want the fame or fortune idk I guess it depends
Just need ends, if it comes wit the fame then so be it
Niggas forgot about me won't ever forget that treatment
So now I show my ass, fuck it my exposure indecent
I need that money frequent
So we get flyer than allegiant
Running up the score them hating niggas prolly think we cheating
Comin for it all, you don't see the tears sweat and the bleeding
Just the end result, not knowing how hard we go for the vision
Wish death on all those against us
Bout my passions shit get serious
No more looking back I had to rip down my rearview
Got to get it, cooperate world wouldn't fuck with my appearance
At this point could give a fuck if niggas feel it
We up in the building
I been sipping so a nigga vision kind of tilted
Got the lead clocks on our side we just trying to milk it
Must admit it I'll be shitting
On every single nigga who counted me out
Or said I wouldn't get it
Bitch ass niggas
Can't believe they tried to get me gone like quicksand nigga
Doing what they can but I still get mine nigga
'Cuz I do what I want n these niggas can't last wit us
I promise they some jokes imma get the last laugh nigga
Came to rap with ya bitch on my mustache nigga
Came from smoking gas with her
In the deep end
Had her freaking in the whip behind the three percent tint
Went in deeper and the skeezer told me all ya secrets
So what's the thesis
She a fool with the head yeah she something like a genius
She always got some shit to say somehow I left her speechless
Black heart baby drive ya crazy
Just might just make a baby then I'm shaking, rip ya heart to pieces
Don't get all offended I was a player from start to finish
And you knew that now here we are dealing with awkward endings
All the bitches falling victim to this polished pimping
Turned em all against me bet my name in all they phone is plain ol' Marshall isn't it
Played me like I'm shady now they mad how Marshall flipped them dirty birds
Chicken connoisseur so every l song I'm on a curry verse
Goated, you know it 'cuz from the horses mouth you heard it first
I been on my grizzly from the first to the thirty-third
Beezy
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Writer(s): Marshall Bradley Iii
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