Marble Pie
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Grown man rap, smack you just for talking back
I ain't tryna hear no lip, nah we ain't having that
Now sit your little ass down and do your chores
And this time when that report card come
I better see the score or it's gon' be some shit in this house
Think I'm playing? All you gotta do is see for yourself
I brought you into this world and I can take you out
Rappers start smelling they piss and end up swimming in it
Fuck the trendy gimmicks
It's nothing but a bad look like bell bottoms
So understand I sell game, I don't sell problems
I fathered Jelaine and birthed this circuit to eat
When niggas was selling they souls, I kept it a G
And rode the indie wave up into the digi age
Subsidiary label money, I been a fade from start stupid
Another fade for the art stupid
From a city where niggas always start shooting
Uh, yeah, yeah
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphones instead of cones and ice cream
Swashbuckler, brass knuckler, block hustler
Pay the fee, put something on it and come fuck with us
Enough is enough, I'm sick of all these suckers bruh
Sensitive ass mortals who need to toughen up
Gas bomb OG granddaddy and hash strong
Riffs like a train on a trip, fuck your trash bong
We back fighting, raising hell, peep the black titans
I'm like Tobias fucking up clowns in Black Lightning
Bone chilling stone villain type to leave you with no ceiling
Perpetrators permanently cold chilling
Breaking seals with my shooter, we do this boldly
Out here making shit move like a pewter golden
My heart and soul when I'm recording
Stop crying 'bout the price, you can cop this
If you can cop a pair of Jordans
Get your priorities straight
While I relax just like the don that already ate
Chang