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Zayy Marcel

Zayy Marcel is a rising musical artist known for his unique blend of R&B, hip-hop, and alternative music. His soulful vocals and introspective lyrics have captivated audiences, while his innovative sound has garnered attention in the music industry. With a growing fanbase and promising career ahead, Zayy Marcel is an artist to watch out for. more »

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This all started back when I was just a kid
I would think about my death ‘cause this life wasn’t worth to live
I could be eye to eye with death and still be never scared of shit
But ima always keep it real and ima tell it how it is
Yea I’m passing every limit, every boundary they done set
I told that stupid hoe get right or else her dumbass gone get left
Coming for everything I’m owed, you won’t see me for nothing less
Ain’t got no strength to fight with y’all, ‘cause I’m in battle with myself
Then I started talking to this bitch, I thought that she would never leave
I made a fool outta myself, thinking that she would never cheat
That shit left me damaged, closest friends became my enemies
So to my next bitch I’m so sorry, all I’m thinking ‘bout is me (all I’m thinking ‘bout is me)
But what’s heart ache to a lotta cash? (a lotta cash)
What’s a heart break to a Birkin bag? (Birkin bag)
What’s a heart say when the love is cap? (when it’s cap)
Ice where my heart ain’t, these niggas know it’s trap
I’m on y’all niggas heads
Niggas fronted me that paper, I ain’t never had that shit
It’s funny now I’m looking back, these niggas wouldn’t last in this
Some niggas never missed a meal, they used to up and leave with it
They silver spoon while I ain’t never had the spoon to eat it with
So I might OD, off this codeine
Numb the pain now, down the whole thing
Run them bands up, high like nosebleeds
Keep ya pants up, just want dome please
Pussies talk that rah-rah shit (bitch nigga)
Running wild, ima have to off a bitch (bitch nigga)
Run up, bow, pussy got his melon split (bitch nigga)
The golden child, bitch I got a lot of it (bitch nigga)
Ice on my neck, bloods in the set (yea)
Niggas counterfeit, we is not impressed (nah)
Aim above the chest, shoot ‘til nothing left
Rookie upped the vets, who woulda ever guessed?
I’ll tell my shooters go get him
Bro got a chop with extendos
That bitch a mop a dilemma
Hollows a pop, any nigga
We got a lot on our mental
Update the stock, grab the rental
Deep in her mouth, like it’s dental
F*ck all the opps, bitch we’ll split ‘em
Ima sharpshooter with this AR like a Curry 3
I listen to the hate, it don’t do shit but just encourage me
I got some niggas posted up, some murder, some do burglaries
So we gone up the score so if yo dumbass think you hurting me
We masking up, that chop open you up like doing surgery
Been plotting on these serpentines, if we get caught it’s first degree
They think they got some dirt on me, but tell ‘em check my currency
I bet yo bitch has heard of me, take notes bitch, you can learn from me, yea, yea
So I might OD, off this codeine
Numb the pain now, down the whole thing
Run them bands up, high like nosebleeds
Keep ya pants up, just want dome please
Grrt-pow, pussy’s talk that rah-rah shit (bitch nigga)
Running wild, ima have to off a bitch (bitch nigga)
Run up, bow, pussy got his melon split (bitch nigga)
The golden child, bitch I got a lot of it (bitch nigga)
I might OD, off this codeine
Run them bands up, high like nosebleeds
Grrt-pow, pussies talk that rah-rah shit
The golden child, bitch I got a lot of it

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