March Lyrics

Ha I'm in this bitch with no lights no power

Feel me?

Let's go

I said let me in the door

I got all these clothes and I gotta bunch of

Ha let's get it

I'm trynna ball up on all of these niggas more times than the month of the march

I know some niggas with too many shots that might fuck around start a collage

I get the bag in the morning and already thinking bout what I be making tomorrow

Acting a dummy when I was youngin like go get the switch in the yard

They took over me

They really took over a nigga tho

Look

They fucked over me

They ain't really show real love to a nigga

Yeaa

Where the love at where the drugs at?

My emotions running wild I'm just missing where my home at

Check the forecast check the forecast

Ida took a part of me that I won't ever get back

I was roaming

Patrolling yea

Rolling down the block and I'm just seeing every house gone

People calling FEMA it don't ring they get the dial tone

All I wanna say it that they don't really care about us nooo I saidddd

All I wanna say it that they don't really care about us noooo woah woahhh

I'm trynna ball up on all of these niggas more times than the month of the march

I know some niggas with too many shots that might fuck around start a collage

I get the bag in the morning and already thinking bout what I be making tomorrow

Acting a dummy when I was youngin like go get the switch in the yard

They took over me

They really took over a nigga tho

Look

They fucked over me

They ain't really show real love to a nigga