Marching ft. $ifu Lyrics

Marching through all the dishonest thoughts

Got my brain on lock, went insane with the plot

Can't be tamed like a dog, see the rain and the fog

Homies pain in the Grove, told them "it's a slow slog"

Dismiss it like my father, march, "cannot be bothered", march

$!fu's boof pack strong, leave the room, act calm

Don't matter if you doomed or not, the tomb ain't rot

Creatively, my flower bloomed out a swamp

Your drooling out ya chops, I dodge your cowardly charm

Lift my past out my glass, cause I got a strong ass arm

I know you feeling alarmed, so pack up your bags and blow up the car

Don't get me started, you swing, it's a par, soul singing a bar, we trapped in the bars

Black boy gonna toy with the stars and leave them all looking fucking charred

Trash and annoying the peeps are, deep down I be wishing harm

Mountain goats in our farm, dope toting rope choke on the bros

I don't talk about the coast no more, the French getting they shit revoked

Hope you understand the things spoken, ok if you freeze I ain't boasting

Scythe tight in the grip of the bones, moss on ya fucking tombstone, nigga