Marco's Lyrics

Yeah

They state farming in Virginia, but in Chris Paul's state

I seen a forest full of wakes, they say the chorus in the way

Wait

Yeah

Woke up different, they say i'm underground but I'm the most uplifting

Mr. Toast up with them, took a shot at all his enemies

I brought it to the table with the centerpiece

And it ain't have a scent of peace

They dread the aroma of the lead, I had led for the moment

It's like everything I speak a rhyme

I'm tryna make do with what the speakers find, I'm keeping lines

Some of them are too dope, I'm combing my thoughts for the new growth

The cross fit the new rope, but

I'm jewel droppin, as yoozh, OC in a groove

But the up and down mood is a moon locked in a zoo

If I was up north, they would've groomed OC for the Wu

But I was down south, unc had a wu, locked in a room

Heard a loud sound, must be his fate calling, I hate falling

Used to play pool with the fam, now he eight-ballin'

They state farming in Virginia, but in Chris Paul's state

I seen a forest full of wakes, they say the chorus in the way

And I should keep flowing, keep flowing, wait

They say the chorus in the way and I should keep flowing

We keep flowing if the mood fit

We got a movement we tryna move wit, knew summer was ours before June hit

It's too lit in some places

All the young faces have me blunt facing

Cuz said if niggas drawed on me, he would untrace it

Had me lying to him 'bout the basics, just for some patience

Told him if we died in the matrix, we'd become agents

Thinking that little lie would deface it, but it didn't phase him

Found out Mr. Smith was his favorite, he had one waving

One waiting

Meet me at the crossroads

I'm meeting Mr. Charles at the Barco's

I'm leaving from the Marco's

It play different

But it's doper than the set of Narco's

The whole joint juking like Harpo's

Nigga you met the GOAT

Blam, blam, blam to dem all

We gone blow a L and go stupid in the mall

Buy a store out and go stupid in the mall

Strong in the whip, smokey you gone get involved, where you from

Blam, blam, blam to dem all

We gone blow a L and go stupid in the mall

Buy a store out and go stupid in the mall

Strong in the whip, smokey you gone get involved, where you from