Deep Breath

Guilty simpson Marv one black milk Gensu Dean Check!!I don’t know how this game works Chicken or the egg which came 1st The frame work of the great 1 You can’t perp You might get boo’d while you say ya verse 4 It’s not for the faint of heart I play it smart bonded by something you couldn’t break apart (never!) Always been a smooth 1 Back when I was young they cut me paper hearts8 Now I get the real 1s I’m the type you don’t steal from Or I’m walking you down and breaking you up It Don’t make sense? make it enough12 Tally that up caddy lac truck Hеaded somewherе I travel too much I give thanks that I live great African cichlids of the fish tank 16 It’s plenty in it if you figure different Still I got the save like I’m penny pinching @ the suite I took her to head to skinny dipping That how you school her women’s intuition Guilt! Marv one What what what up Hey look I wanna welcome you to the show where everybody’s a killer Nickel and dime-Ing everybody’s a dealer They make beats and rhyme and everybody’s a Dilla The jails stay full so everybody’s a squealer The Tires squeal and everybody’s a Peeler Group of stand up niggas and everybody’s a pillar We statues out here get it clappin out fear Pop fly in our field don’t let us catch you out here Cause nigga now the game ain’t friendly and I’m a make you pay for the pain they sent me It bang cause the thang ain’t empty The streets make monsters its fangs is in me Your blood stains they tempt me Now look you’re dealing with a damn murderer Who gets stripes over beef like the ham burglar-er We are nowhere near the same my fans ain’t never heard of ya How has this not occurred to ya? That this a courtesy plus the ones you call big dogs they curs to me They differ to me Wait on the word from me Boy & if you ain’t patient you better learn to be or end up in emergency it’s Marvin Black milk Yeah! Back when you sat in that backseat back when your luck wouldn’t last bad knuckles was ashy Fist balled wishing you was ballin badly Learned with the cash gotta ball hog no passing Ask me to go and get the bag say gladly Done always had a will to get bank like Ashley Near poor niggas pour liquor but more less I watched dreams thats never left porch steps Died in the dirt smile to a smirk Black ski mask black gloves black tire marks That’ll paint the ground from the skrrrt!! Rounds through his shirt sounds I know all too well Street violence cops hit you with the “please do tell” Keep silence pray for it all You trying to find a way to get away from it all Living it out Figured it out Now we flying direct to grab checks bigger amounts So pull a plate up Everybody eats entrées from the waiter champagne in the air Toast up now it’s palm trees year around I rarely see the cold months From where they blow guns while they blow blunts Detroit