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Marnz Malone
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Marshall
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Marnz Malone
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Marshall
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[Intro]
I miss you
I don't wanna sit in silence
I miss you
Don't wanna sit in silence, silence
Oh, oh, no, no
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1]
I told 'em love me from a distance
Cah they can't keep it one
Hear 'bout them bootings
Never thought my darg would be one
My mind still intact, but my heart kinda spun
Feelin' like the opps kinda won
How?
All of this work that we put in
I was doing soakings for pudding
Had me in a far place, never had a car chase
Got jammed up at Shellz's by armed jakes
I don't speak to the guy with whom I spent my last days
Cah since then it ain't never been the same
I was jet black in the sun with no face
I was takin' cabs on glides with no brains
Witness said: "He had plaits"
My uncle said: "Cut that!"
I said: "No way"
I won't fold on the day that hell has a cold day
I love the mud, I pray for more rain
Feels like I'm in the fast lane with no brakes
We was doing laps around the borough, no breaks
I mean Eighty got a 16
And Goodz got a 18
And Hog got a 19
And man got a 18
But, shit, free Baitz, we've got plates over here
Yeah, it changed when we left
It ain't even been the same since Dabz and that ain't there
It's only gettin' easier, I'm on my eighth year
Free all the steppers
My killy said, my killy said, my killy said: "It ain't the same over here"
My killy said, my killy said, my killy said: "It's changed over here"
Everything's all washed, dried and hanged up and lame over here
It feels like the 9 over here, so
All of them soakings for pudding really were for nothin'
Coulda been a rapper, but I stuck to doin' cuttins
Kinda got me feelin' like them glides were all for nothin'
Tryna get that altered, I ain't tryna go through somethin'
[Verse 2]
Told 'em love me from a distance 'cause they can't keep it g
Hear about these stabbings, never thought that it'd be me
Within 24 hours had them postin' "R.I.P."s
But that's all that I'ma say
The rest I'm leavin' in the streets
Had to leave him in the street
Show man about mazzaeen
Bro, there weren't no titties in this magazine
They threw dirt on me
Never knew that it would plant a seed
I just hand out blickies when they anger me
They tried to anchor me
But listen close and you'll hear my heart cry
Mummy, I can't let it slide they took my darg's life
She asked me if I believe in star signs
And if you seen what bro did with the Taurus
I think you'd believe too, blud, I can't lie
And we was goin' on them glides and I can't drive
So who you think was in the back pressin' carbine?
Extended magazine in this Star 9
Wish my boy was here to see that I'm the man now
'Cause we was fannin' **** down
Look, I got fans now
I made a promise to myself I won't let Nan down
But in the trenches it's bang up or bang out
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home
I feel it for my **** that won't leave till they're old
I felt it in my stomach, can't believe that he told
I gave guns to my ****, told 'em: "Leave with your soul"
Before I eat with you snakes, I grab my plate and my bowl
I put **** in position, ain't just aimin' for goal
I was told: "If you don't expect, you can't be dissapointed"
No reward for being real and I'm just makin' it known
That not everything that glitters is gold
Switch on the back, and the clip came with holes
We was closer than ever, now the distance it shows
He backed his, I backed mine, and he got ripped out his clothes
Written by: Marnz Malone, Marshall