Yo, THe DJ's fucking puking
And the audience is spooked and shit
While I lay another track
Your claiming im abusig it
Flier than Amber with a hammer
Come at me bitch
I took it from her
And smacked her with it
Till she fell and twicthed
I get the shit im selling from he
But im mail of blacking him
So I get it for free
No thug life for me
Im Mr. Marley
With 3 dead bodies
Who crampted the groove of the
Soul survior of Detroit, in city boots
Going back man, back
Can't forget my roots
The place wear I grew up
Making niggas get held up
At knife point
YA im not a white boy
Justa lil Arab
Who likes his victims on slabs
In the basement
Coughing up blood and shit
We came to raise pulses
So gun your holsters
Cause we coming for the boasters
On the blogs with the clickty-clack
Try talking about me when im at your back
With a switchblade and Jose
Looking at ya like we gonna cut your name
And take your fame
Cause we got no shame
In school grabbing ass
Hustleing getting cash
Selling souls just to pass class
Like my ass is grass
Used to be a good lad
Being bad is a fad
Im just fucking blessed that im not my old man
Cordory shorts with the button up shirts
Gear in my pocket as I step out for lunch
Tyler Mr. green hat
Nigga wears the weed at?
Look up through the hair grining through a special black
Suicide watch again, watch me botch it up again
Smoking on campus, Like you'll never catch us
The foul Detorit
I can't forget my origin
Like I was born again
Born again pagan