MARROW KING

All My Veins Are Empty Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, I said Lay a beat down in the backseat, backseat nasty Flow so classy, at me Cashy, pockets so cashy Why they so raggedy? If I don't get it, it's a tragedy Jeans on fresh with the logo on my neck I don't give a f*ck what they saying on the net Say it to my face, better say it with respect If his name in the song next morning he dead Backseat, lay a beat down in the backseat Backseat, lay a beat down in the backseat Backseat lay a beat down in the backseat Backseat, lay a beat down, hold up Back seat, lay a beat down in the backseat Backseat, lay a beat down in the backseat Backseat, lay a beat down in the backseat Backseat, back seat Lay a beat down, catch a hater beat him down Share the food, spread it 'round, with my brothers hit the town With a smile like this, it's a crime for me to frown, Jeans that I bought in London, spend a few pounds bitch Wow bitch, I be money counting All my brothers dialed in, run the bands with the mileage Wanna talk to me better say it with respect If his name in the song next morning he dead Catch a flight throw a right hook, yeah I might duck Bad bitch far from average, how my type look Get a shot off that's a nice look, like Book' Devin on the Suns, bring the heat and I fight good Pockets green and fat call 'em Jabba the Hut Jab at 'em, what? You mad I don't give a f*ck You still better say it with respect If his name in the song next morning he dead Vein Yard Shit Shirt stained from every tear drop that I cried If you peer at me you better use both eyes I woke up this morning fully realized So if I speak my mind you shouldn't be surprised I should buy a Rolex cause I need the time Set my angels free to see my demons fly Wait your turn bitch, can't you see the line Trust the theory everything will be just fine I got three friends, my self, my reflection, and my shadow Matter of fact, I still don't trust them hoes, shit they'd probably tattle Razor blade all on my chain, shit how my neck look They say money ain't everything, tell that shit to my checkbook Bitch don't test me till you read the fucking textbook My homie ambidextrous, he hit you with a left hook Hit you with a right hook, I saw the pastor head shook I pray you go to heaven if you don't then that's a bad look I catch double the bodies on all of these songs than every word that I read Keep me a list of the names of all of my victims, call it the book of the dead Kill the game they still complain but they ain't built the same I feel like God add Jesus Christ to the list of my future children names Take a second tell your mother you appreciate her Give her a kiss on the off chance you don't see her later That girl's a liar I just hope that Jesus change her I would love to be that guy but I can't be your savior Bitch, bitch I run shit, I'ma have 'em dusted If I ain't there it's not no party it's a function I got hella dough, shout out to the Gunsmith Caputo's Theory bitch end of discussion Bitch I run shit, I'ma have 'em dusted If I ain't there it's not no party it's a function I got hella dough, shout out to the Gunsmith Caputo's Theory bitch end of discussion Vein Yard Shit Back when I didn't know shit, I used to look up to some of my peers Now I know more than I should and it seems that I barely can trust anyone up in here Don't wanna say that I told you so, but I saw all the commotion coming He was the type to shed one single tear from his eye, now both 'em running Flow dope like yola, coast to coast, cosa nostra Boast the most bucks, nah I don't promote no hoes stuff, But shit, you know whatever floats your boat up, Slow up, nah speed it fucking down Pray you stay away from the demons I'm around If you fucking with the god I put that heathen in the ground I do the same for my dawgs, hate to see my brother frown Bitch I can't fail, gotta keep my mother proud Spit it atrocious, I hid with the Trojans I did it the most, give it free like I'm Moses I think it's easy to see I'm the dopest If you been hating it's not what you hoping I've been the hardest, it's not no Soundcloud rap I'm a different artist, flow on 10, hypnotic, Spit more than Haliey Welch And I don't like to wait bitch pay me now All My Veins Are Empty Run Forest run Catch a sad bitch, leave her slumped in a month Don't make no narratives, it was what it was If I don't mean it I'll never say I love Bitch I run shit, I'ma have 'em dusted If I ain't there it's not no party it's a function I got, I got hella dough, shoutout to the Gunsmith Caputo's Theory bitch end of discussion Bitch I run shit, I'ma have 'em dusted If I ain't there it's not no party it's a function Bitch I, I got hella dough, shoutout to the Gunsmith Caputo's Theory, end of discussion