Lyrics:
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Can't f**k with me
Everthing litty
Always keep it litty
Riding for my city
When I'm done ima be some you cannot forget me
No refund when the Gs come
I'm up in the Pliedes
So I entreaty the deities
To get my name out on CDs
And as I'm pleading for fealty
They tell me that I'm too greedy
I'm mediocre
I ain't a player, but I'm in the game with you
It's people in my city, that's just as lame as you
Laid the framework now at the door my name
that shit and get real in that city of steel
Where y'all niggas from huh?
I'll wait
My city's the shit
I love where I'm from
Smoke the best
Know
of convo is only for Rick Rosses
You a Hip Hopper but your genre's a bit softer
The way my songs hit you would think I'm a kickboxer
Sangoma witch doctor
address this
Admit it y'all askin' them same questions that I'm askin
Half of these entertainers they wanna be actors
Ghost writers half naked seducin'
get there.
I'm bound for a life on the road.
Give me life on the road.
I said life on the road.
When I arrived in Houston,
I was little more
way
I'm tryna chill, tryna keep it real
Put your hands in the air, show me how you feel
Yeah, it's about that time
Headed to the top and I'm 'bout that
turn code and then go screech
I tell 'em "fuck 'em" like I do to police
The beast in runnin' rampant
I'm in between sheets tryna have sex that's
And he doin' this
My name is Marshall
I'm reppin' that motherfuckin' Motor City, bitch
I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet
Began
Man this industry is fucked it's amazing that anybody makes it
I'm coming for the top spot
I'm heading for your playlist
I'll chop your fucking head
off
I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City boys
Three thousand miles away
Ah goodbye Mick, goodbye Pat
Goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchor's
That the proud will soon be humbled
I've been speaking with the Lord
He said I'm bound to be in trouble with my pride
He said I'm bound to be in trouble
have forgotten what I felt for you by now
But I got a part, part of me that's permanently bound to you
I could have walked away
Strong,
I'm askin
No hands windmill
Then freeze like wind chill
Dark Sinatra Uber to the Opera
Salt and peppered the beard I desire
A chick by my side
and beyond!)
I rocked for a flock of Chewbacca look-alikes in magic makers
Hermit crabs and New York city sewer alligators
Keep your homily dream out your
Trump V.O.
I am the least racist person that you have ever meet
Nobody respects women more than I do
Grab ‘em by the pussy
45th President Donald J.
to take back my city
I don't care what I gotta do I'll do it for my city
If that means I gotta get up and go to work
Hit the streets and be the church
I thought contemplating in the rain
That I was bound by my life the same
Don't think you where bound to just live in vain
Think about the life that is
to the kitchen floor,
Lace 'em up, bar the door
And thank the stars for the roof that's over you.
Chorus
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm
to your own life
I do that too when I listen to music
That's why I'm doing this for you
And a little bit for me
That's why I'm doing this for you
That's why
Numero Uno"
D to the E to the D and a fucking I
Hookers can't walk by because I gotta try
I push up and I prove to skins
To cut that zero for a nigga with
highway bound
For another pretty suicide
I'm highway bound, yeah
I don't know where I'm going
Yeah
I see a face but I can't decide now
If it's real
a captain save a hoe bitch I'm the villain
Y'all wanna beef with me for what I'm only out here chilling
probably could've made 6 songs today that's how I'm
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