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Testo gmfu - Marco Plus

Testo della canzone gmfu (Marco Plus), tratta dall'album MARCO PLUS vs. tha Underworld: Survivor’s Cut

Yeah nigga

Aye

It's Marco

Aye yeah

Aye yeah

Aye yeah

Okay

I ain't goin out bad

I ain't goin out sad

Niggas really got me fucked up

Niggas really got me fucked up

I just be minding my business my nigga

I ain't goin out bad

I ain't goin out sad

Niggas really got me fucked up ay

Niggas really got me fucked up

I just be minding my business my nigga

Ironic how the niggas with dreams don't get a lot of sleep

I get this rap paper and shop for peace to stop the grief

Still in the hood

Matter fact I live on the hottest street

Where guys'll beef

And stray bullets'll hit ya partners cheek

This shit gettin' wicked

Whenever I step outside I cock the piece

Before I go out like a bitch

I'll let my glock release

Leave opps deceased

I'm duckin' the rain shower

The bang sound'll blow ya eardrums

But the pain louder

I can't cower

Its smoke in the air and the strain's sour

Keep Palo santo in my bedroom

I light it and I manifest that I don't end up dead soon

Paranoid I can't help it

Been this way since a youngin'

Nigga play, get the gun and get to gunnin'

Bitch it's nothin'

I can't go out like a lame

On the gang Imma bang

I'm sincere

Like Nas from Belly until the clip clear

Cause it ain't problems I'm chasing

But I put my life over yours

I swear you not finna take it, on God

I ain't goin out bad

I ain't goin out sad

Niggas really got me fucked up

Niggas really got me fucked up

I just be minding my business my nigga

I ain't goin out bad

I ain't goin out sad

Niggas really got me fucked up ay

Niggas really got me fucked up

I just be minding my business my nigga

Ridin' with heathens and rebels

Dodging the demons and devils

I got my feet on the pedal

Just tryna get through the underworld

I smell blood in the air

Tension as thick as a southern girl

Dese young niggas wit switches

Send ya clique to other world

These vests ain't gon cut it these days

The glock commence the hood olympics

Buss it in the air and start a fuckin' relay

Outside on my side it look like fuckin' D day

So many high speeds this shit sound like a fuckin' speedway

Niggas mercilous

Just murder shit

No peacin up or truce

If we work through shit

And learn from shit

They see it as excuse

Like niggas pussy

Got you standin' on some shit that don't mean much

Now niggas got smoke

They take ya clique

And roll a mean blunt

And I ain't tryna be on the wrong side of the session

A long rifle protectin'

From powers that's tryna cut off the strong light I was blessed with

No disrespect is tolerated

Turn niggas to trauma patients

Just tryna say that

I ain't goin out bad

I ain't goin out sad

Niggas really got me fucked up

Niggas really got me fucked up

I just be minding my business my nigga

I ain't goin out bad

I ain't goin out sad

Niggas really got me fucked up ay

Niggas really got me fucked up

I just be minding my business my nigga

Aye

Nigga playin crazy til you pull up to his crib

He was tryna fight then caught a bullet to his rib

I can't tell a lie

No I can't never tell a fib

We die the way we die because we live the way we live

Magazine full of .556 these niggas huntin'

Catch that boy in the driveway

Kill him like it was nothing

High speeds on the highway

Tell lil shawty to flush it

Give a fuck if I die today niggas knew I would bust it

Young nigga been rugged as hell since sixth grade

All he knew was the law of the land

Get paid and shoot if a jit play

These niggas is bitch made

Did his dirt by his lonely cause niggas is snitch ways

Keep the heat like a summer

Be stone cold like the winter

Don't fall for the set up shawty

That shit for the beginners

We spend our whole life just to get to our legal tender

Keep the fire on our hip so he remember nigga

I ain't goin out bad

Uh aye

Niggas really got me fucked up

Yeah

Credits
Writer(s): Mario Dragoi, Ahmet Ulukaya, Edvīns Zavolžskis, Demarcus Pollard, Victor Wayne
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