Mark My Word Lyrics

I traded Dickie suits for the double breast

So of course they gone hate you more

And they love you less

Now I'm Gucci cufflinks gold buckle fresh

So fuck the mind set of being stuck inside the jects

I took rhymes by ounce put my niggas on

Six figures in accounts is what my niggas on

Roll a big one every morn for the niggas gone

To conclusions is what they come when them triggers drawn

A&R wit tha AR

Spray y'all

Luey give work with no layoff or day off

Put three stacks on ya head they holla hey ya

And ain't no timeouts for y'all ask J R

They are

Not my class so if you ask

Why they got left behind

They ain't stay on task

Oh you mad

Look I ain't take no hand outs

I took the man route

But I guess they understand now

When the rabbit get a turn

And the gun barrel burn

Far as karma is concerned

You gone get what you earn

Look

Too much of one thing is never good for ya

I put the engine in the trunk and left the hood

For ya

I don't air these niggas out

But I should for ya

I go hard

These other rappers going wood for you

Concrete trap stars when i rap hard

I don't get the credit for it

But that's a black card

Overstocked odds I dodged in a barrage

To fuck these model broads with cars in my garage

Fuck that metal bar facade they sell y'all

If you think prison time is turning niggas to Gods dog

Negro please that hero steeze gone get yo socks sprayed up left wit zero G's

See no eve

And the judge see no plead

Just your film cut short with that Deniro lead

Nigga

Once upon a time when the world ain't spin

The cars got leased

And girls ain't grin

We was standing on corners

Trying to live enormous

And not sell our future to Informants

Then the game got boring

Ok maybe not the game

But just the outcome when you playin

Ain't came to the entertain

I came to make a name

Before ya dreams all fall short and flow down the drain

Again again again again