Marvellous

He feel marvellous He robbed a man and he feel marvellous Josiah only seventeen, he got that dog in him I used to see him at my church, it was his marj and him We know this kid for kickin' ball and he was hard He could've made it professional, had a trial, we told him, "You got a chance" My God We said the streets ain't nothin' nice, he said, "Let's see" He's tryna take a trip and put that to the test He's tryna turn four-and-a-half into a nine Divide that shit into decimals, make it stretch First time I ever met him, I said he's blessed But if he can't even keep it real with himself, am I shocked if he's lyin' to me? Asked my young boy what he's tryin' to be And he don't want a good girl, he want a ho He don't want a good job, he want a gun And he don't wanna kick ball, he wanna bun And he don't wanna make friends, he want a gang And he don't wanna stack bread, he wanna bang How my young boy so different? I don't know, but I pray that God guide him How my young boy so different? I don't know, but I pray He feel incredible He shot a man, he feel incredible Josiah trappin' twenty-two in two, it's terrible He wanna travel to the States, he's ineligible Said he's a criminal Now he's doin' numbers on his phone, got youngins of his own A Glock the mandem bought him and a Russian of his own He's got some paigons that he beefs, evadin' the police Been goin' crazy from the day he got released 'Cause now he's into Cali weed, Grabba leaf, cocaine, Hennessy Robberies, bank fraud, OT, enemies He fuck with Aaliyah, fuck with Lisa, Stephanie And he got some cases we don't know if he can ever beat And he look at us like we some people he could never be We should have never made our youngers hold a 17 All I ever wanted was for you to be a better you All I ever wanted was for you to be a better me Fuck about a salary, Josiah smokin' celery Started recreationally, but now they do it medically It's weighin' on me, that shit weighin' on me heavily I think about it regularly, Josiah's in the jailhouse In penitentiary with charges that were meant for me Facin' ten potentially, but he was just protectin' me Before he think to step to me, just know my youngin next to me And God knows He don't want a good girl, he want a ho He don't want a good job, he want a gun (He don't want a good job, he want a—) And he don't wanna kick ball, he wanna bun And he don't wanna make friends, he want a gang (He don't wanna make friends, he wanna—) And he don't wanna stack bread, he wanna bang How my young boy so different? I don't know, but I pray that God guide him How my young boy so different? I don't know, but I pray