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Richie: Hey! Hun Skraaay out It's getting serious on this trap man(I'm trapping n***a) Richie Yeah Hun They told me I’m trash I keep it 100 I came off the notch no b*t*hes contended I thought over all of the crimes I committed Then thats when I knew I was faking an accent But n***as be tripped on b*t*hes Who don’t got no feelings But right back they bringing their pockets for filling That is the reason I pull up this rhythm So all of my n***as would not be a victim like Ay Broke n***as feeling the need to be f**king em b*t*hes with lotta their money Next level type beat Richie is on this so my n***a go update your playlist Getting em clout getting em game getting cash yh I’m getting the money Accent so fake hating on me then you just gotta be silly Y’all n***as gotta be silly pull up in 4K like yh am big willie Wassup with your brother n***y he making me feel like I’m gay is he crazy I got the bag from the county, next level sh*t yh I’m bringing up riches They say I’m rapping so stupid I do what I do so the money keep coming Rapping on this Rapping on this and I’m bringing the sh*t n***a so rich n***a so rich and I’m buying some sh*t Quarter of a mill Quarter of a mill is like nothing to me Pull up on this Pull up on this YRN sh*t Get it yh Get it yh Get it (get it) Get it yh Next level sh*t(hun) Get it yh Get it hun Get it yh Next level sh*t hun Marshal, what Marshal, what Get on the sh*t n***a, right (Aye,aye,aye,aye,aye,aye) Halo marshal: Aye I got demons in my closet tryna write for me So my wordings can be much more better than the times of the real Man I got this capabilities I could do anything So when I jump on the mic you should know what the f**k these beats means to me Aye! Grab on the mic, I got the rhymes I got the sh*t you count multiple times You can just die, straight suicide If you think you can battle with the demons inside She wanna ride, blow till I'm high She asked if I could choke her, Yeah b*t*h I might I should be shy, I am no child I could do anything, since it's my life f**k it (yeah) x4 Aye Hun okay cut the sh*t Let's go! You know my smiles are poisonous, right? You know I can really kill you in the twinkle of an eye That's what it feels like to be discouraged by life And people, started, running for your kind The walls are closing in, no sh*t I couldn't sleep Tryna make up something for myself so I could think big No trashes, all I think about is money We ain't from the street get your ass up and free your damn mummy And stop hopping around like a cry baby Get your senses out, and stop thinking like a lady Rapping like you ain't got goals, and pursuing slim shady I got money, I got b*t*hes, you'll end up still shouting, DAMN!! Ain't nobody thinking what I'm thinking? Ain't nobody dreaming what I'm dreaming? Cuz I feel like, I'm actually the most outstanding Yh none of you can prove who you really are to me Cuz I'm Faster, smarter, sharper, I'm the ending called the latter, I'm not guilty but I'm the killer, I make things work like this karmer, stealing shows and stealing concert is what I do cuz I'm marshal, eating the plate and not the salad, murdering verses like the liners Yeah! I might not be so speedy enough You should know why I called it sh*tty enough Cops arresting, they forgot handcuffs Cuz I don't talk much doesn't mean I'm a snub I'm trying my best, still seeking for the rest It's your game and you were defeated, playing chess So where ever I go, I'll stand up and beat my chest I'm the VVIP, no regular guest This my throne, I sit My zone, no sh*t It's like a trianglar phase, I'm never allowed to quit I'm the owner of myself, so I developed these skills To dine with the king and crown my lyrics No stopping, till I cannot feel my feet Not long enough, I could really stay so fit Sacrifices paying off, cuz I feel so lit Seraphims on the wall n***a get them some drinks YYAHH!!! What's all the rapping about I step out the stage and you screaming marshal I spill out the truth they sure come from my mouth I'm done with this place Killed the sh*t Then I'm out(out) What's all the rapping about I step out the stage and you screaming marshal I spill out the truth they sure come from my mouth I'm done with this place Killed the sh*t Then I'm out (out) There you go There you go There you go,(aye) There you go There you go,hun Next level sh*t
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