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neva bend + son of sam - marco plus lyrics

[part 1: neva bend]

[intro: george clinton]
the blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
looking hard but won’t realize
that they will never see the p!
you see this? holy sh*t
it’s not your fault

[verse]
never been rattled or weakened
most of these n*ggas slaves, i’ve never been challenged or beaten
you n*ggas average with defense, b*tch i’m a master when teaching
this math i release to the masses
i practice and preach it like pastors will spеak to your asses
better tеll a friend, i was in h*ll now i’m in [?]
i’m [?] my guy i’ve never been, n*gga
the goal widening, won’t stop until gold shining in my bros’ pockets is laced
the dope got me in sp*ce, sparco thraxx n*gga narcos back
smoking on the color purple this that [?] pack
n*ggas talking like some nerds i’m like who are those cats
if i pull up on they curb i might just rob those cats
see if they hatin’, go put them on
i’m like who taught bro that, n*ggas always throwing shots until we pop those back
these n*ggas always throwing rocks until my dogs throw back
sh*t get real, y’all know that, do y’all want that?
think about it, n*gga, let me know (let me know)
[part 2: son of sam]

[verse]
scribbling writtens while i’m twistin’ up a joint
wishing all my n*ggas get the point of why i’m ripping sh*t
i’m finna get the coins
been runnin’ this sh*t for so long, i feel it in my groin
f*ck the world and let it rip soon as i feel it in my loins
lyrics and instrumental is a [jawn?]
mix the sh*t conjoined
i’m a boss just peep the sh*t that get enjoyed
young brother on his job, it’s like the n*gga is employed
i’m from the southside, i’m feelin’ like i’m lloyd
shotcaller on these rabbid ass hoes
i smash and pass hoes, i’m a toxic ass trip?
with all these acid rap flows, and i ain’t talkin’ travis scott
the way i cactus jack foes, most you rappers mad hoes
i’ll tag and bag foes for bad jokes
the way i spit raps the sage of six [?], i came with a staff
f*ck your label, i bang at your staff
the way this sh*t is going up b*tch i should make me a graph
young plus on the horizon like i’m raising a calf
dirty n*ggas get bullets, i just gave ’em a bath
clean ’em up, can’t beat ’em up but b*tch my gang finna blast
like a truant student n*gga you just ain’t in my class
i been smokin’ presidential just like raegan and taft
tell them n*ggas i need a hundred thousand dollars and a rubber band
so i can walk around the town like i’m the f*ckin’ man
ay, these n*ggas steady hatin’ but i’m like f*ck ’em man
cause n*gga i’ll go son of sam with this gun in hand
the leader of the operation look how i run the plan
don’t need no f*ckin’ operation, don’t need no f*ckin’ friends
imma die alone n*gga so imma fly alone
then when the tesla get here bet only my daughter ride along
stone island jacket match the forces
k!ll a rapper and drag the corpse to the back of my massive fortress
my homies [?] told me never let those folks control me
i’m forever going kobe, n0body ever gonna hold me
n*gga i’m a pimp, n0body ever gonna hold me
you could bet on it, put bread on it
and if they flex on it they getting repped on it
getting stepped on for the green bag
lil’ n*gga i mean that, and n*gga f*ck your feedback
i’m still rolling up sparco n*gga f*ck your weed pack
p*ssy, yeah
uh, yeah
[outro: andré 3000]
’cause if it wasn’t for him, yanamsayin’, we wouldn’t be here. but it’s like this though: i’m tired of folks, yanamsayin’—them closed*minded folks, yanamsayin’. it’s like we got a demo tape and don’t n0body wanna hear it
but it’s like this, the south got somethin’ to say. that’s all i got to say
richy!

- marco plus lyrics

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