Correction Lyrics Way Too Much by Marlon Craft

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Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Bobby
Yeah

Yeah big boats on ho seas
Got new freeze drip by the neck like two keys
On a new team old G from QB in Uptown
Splittin' greens with blue cheese
New heat flow too sweet
Got new seas that sh*t real
Got new fees
Got old dogs in both cars
You frauds is so soft gettin' broke off
Gotta phone call 'bout a clause and a contract
Feelin' real Suge Knight, betta watch that n***a
Imma risk it all boutta drop that n***a
Boutta get snuck thinkin' that I'm not that n***a
Imma ghost feelin' kinda crazed
With nine-inch blades up in front of y'all throats
Every one of y'all jokes kinda hit timid
I don't feel high on none of y'all dope
None of y'all dope
I ain't feelin' nothin' y'all wrote
Quotе me: "Nothin' y'all wrote"
"None of y'all wrotе"
"I don't see what none of y'all see"
"Ain't impressed with"
"None of y'all GOATs"

I gotta row
I got some sh*t on my shoulders
And you couldn't carry the load
I hit the road
I got some n***as I thought were my n***as
But they 'bout to go
They gotta go
I'm drinkin' way too much right now to be peaceful (eh)
I'm drinkin' way too much right now, I know

So pour me a cup
'Cause I'm 'bout to roll me a blunt
With all of the ashes of everyone told me
They lovin' the man I've become
But can't take the shade where that shining come from
You motherf**kers is pu**y
Whatever's under a rookie
Get what you want if you push me
I might just snap
Been tryin' to think about everyone in the land
Where it's everyone for himselves
And my levee's the mic [levy's the might?] just crack
And if we only gave money for progress
They wouldn't move a cent or meter
I've been in the room with 'em
They don't wanna talk about the elephant either
Selfish cheaters, they'll concede for belts and features
Never me 'cause hell could freeze for all I care
I'm all I dare to be, yeah
Can't pay for the ride
'Cause life ain't fair you see
I came from a time where if you said names in your lines
And they felt a way and they wanna come see ya
You had to oblige
Now the new tough sh*t is: lie
Now the new tough sh*t is: hide
Now the new tough sh*t is if you call out: hit decline
And I'm out of my mind
And I'm out on the road
You gotta go if you not on the grind
I'm drinking too much tonight

Man, I gotta row
I got some sh*t on my shoulders
And you couldn't carry the load
I hit the road
I got some n***as I thought were my n***as
But they 'bout to go
They gotta go
I'm drinkin' way too much right now to be peaceful (eh)
I'm drinkin' way too much right now, I know

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