Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm rough around the edges, on the surface, I ain't perfect
Still need a little smoothin' out
It's hard to shift gears after years of going
to jail accused of being a peeping tom
Dammit man, I'm saying
Any man would try to find out if his girl
Was doing, doing him wrong
That's all I was doing
I've been feeling like a mothafuckin' postman
Sending letters to the people
All this knowledge that I got, I'm like an old man
Hold up, wait now oh
Church clap, let me hear the church clap (church clap)
Church clap, let me hear the church clap
Gimme dat, church mother in they church hat, clap
Man
Holla
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (out of it)
'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm startin' to sound like ALF a bit
Ha, I kill me,
All on my name but you can't pull my file
You don't know me, and you don't know my style
Comin' out dere like dat dere, yeah
Even grizzly adams couldn't
to go because my home just ain't home
Man my daddy out there having fun and I'm own my own
Jit gotta get right man live my life so wrong
Niggas tryna
the beat up till that b**** start ouchin'
Keep them b****es' a**es bouncin', man we fly like a falcon
Comparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountain
Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash)
Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears
Looking over mad years worth of photographs
Pictures of some places I ain't never going back
Some
a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
And in a weak moment I might
Walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But
around, that boy just ain't no good
Wanna know what's going down
And the pimp on the corner
Looks like the sharpest cat in town
Jungle rule, can't
this side
Said y'aint hatin', man that's a big lie
Chasin them big rings, baking that big pie
Bust down AP, lookin like big time
I been doin big things,
and I try
To recognise the figures drifting by
And too late the sane man comes with the key
And I fight the loneliness that just ain't me
And now
say dat
I like the way that you carry it
Finna lend my hand out so you can marry it
Sike
Boy oh boy you lucky
Hella girls on your top
can't none of them
the state raised him, and the hate raised him
They clowned on him at school but he fronted like it ain't phased him
S**t, now it's about getting money cause
deh, cant do it now
The only sound is crickets, critics cant speak now
I man si di enemies a rise, ain't no surprise
Mi give bad man a blaze
baby
Now let me get into it and do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the jewish
Garbage man i'll be dumpin
And I eat beef but the cow eat
Now, Big Sean, he's going too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
Every
(gunshots) what's happening money
Damn, nigga money got blasted like that
Fuck man that shit ain't cool dog
Niggas just dying in my
Motherfucking
karate, but after the brain, I'll kick you out
You niggas suck like Tony Romo, no homo
And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo, yeah
I'm the man
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what
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