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MARCY & ZIAD

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Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Whole lotta gang shit (okay)
Whole lotta, yeah
You do not know about me, that's okay
I did it, I'll do it again either way
My gang on my side, ain't got much to say
You keep on talking, we don't like to play
I like to keep 'em bitches in a lane
Don't even know 'em for real, it's the same
Niggas really thinkin' this shit's a game
Whole lotta cap, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
I gotta keep it 100
My Benjamin's lookin' like London
I'm landing in Phili, it's sunny
I walk to the streets, I ain't runnin'
Young Zi on the beat, and we run it
Music's soundin' like we funded
City brazy, got 'em jumpin'
Yeah, okay
My gang in St. B okay
Sunny, we sayin' Solei
Dreading our hair with crochet
Yeah, okay
'04 we run it okay
Y'all niggas playing crocket
Proofing that shit, ricochet
Uh, whole lotta tings on my mind these days
Yeah, I find myself doing fine these days
Yeah, used to drink Henny, it's wine the days
Yeah, frankly just don't cross my line the days
Yeah, ay "papa" ain't really the sound of a gun, it's my status
No one really knew I had this
Funny, 'cause I got a mad list
If you talkin' too much, then shhh, you gone
Names on my list, and my list's too long
Talented mage, gotta make you feel wrong
You feeling pressed 'cause I named you in a song
Okay
My gang in St. B okay
Sunny, we sayin' Solei
Dreading our hair with crochet
Yeah, okay
'04 we run it okay
Y'all niggas playing crocket
Proofing that shit, ricochet
Uh, okay
It's gon' be alright, okay
My OG's got flights to take
You ain't gonna die today
Yeah, okay
Young Zi, I'm passing, relay (Yeah)
He doing fine, no time to whine
He got it, you know what I'm sayin?
I got me a baddie I bust on her face
My diamonds they shining, they out of the place
I'm running through money this a normal phase
I'm dodging my sins like I'm dodging my case
You know it's designer don't step on my J's
I'm running it up ain't no time for the brakes
We came with the drum I ain't talking bout bass
I got me the ties I ain't talking bout lace
My diamonds they shining I'm wetter than wetter
How can they talk when I'm better than better
I cut off the pills I'm respecting my mental
I see me a baddie you know Imma get her
Okay
'Bout to go give me some face
Been running up to my pace
I'm never showing a trace
Nah nah it ain't a joke
Show me records imma break
Two phones Kevin Gates
Parking lot outside the mall and we playing patty cake
Man I'm about to elevate
All my opps decapitate
Now we running out of pace
Now we getting in a maze, yeah
F*ck it, get it to my roots no debates, yeah
Okay
Run to the back I'm like OJ (Yeah)
Imma a roll up the dice on some 2K (Yeah)
Finna give me some head like toupee yeah
Right off the dome like I'm lupe yeah
Getting the bag, I'm like today yeah

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