GrandeMarshall - 159 Lyrics
I ain't getting no younger...I'm getting older quickerNobody got smaller, everybody got biggerLife got sweeter, She got bitterAnd Every real nigga ain't no real niggaName got larger and my ego gained some weightShe said my head got bigger then I bust her in the faceMoney ain't a thing till you ain't got itAnd these *****ed don't stay fans... (? they tryna work they out ya ?)I got a girl but she ain't really my girlShe say I ain't really her man but don't go *****ing no other girlShe suck my dick until my stomach hurts She suck my dick until my stomach hurtsMore than swag rap More than *****es and hoes More than 40 oz dank weed and trendy clothes***** all the glamor and clits the cameras and the pics the red carpet the spotlight and all that shit***** a job I rather cook coke***** a job I rather blow trees and bad doneIn a room of kingpins you feel like a ponIf the birds flock together do you roll with swans?To do better for the world I'd if I could, But to do better first, the world gotta do some good...real shitAnd I ain't even tryna be the realest nigga but be real nigga do you know a realer nigga?They tryna box me in I gotta be a Philly nigga100 somethin snares vocal sample that's Philly niggaThese outta town niggas swear they got my city figuredMaybe I should ??? just to fit this Philly imageMy appetite for flashing lights is never satisfiedNightmares of the bottom seem to keep me up at nightThis for my niggas who locked down on State RoadThis for my brother who in that shell just growin oldThe system never looked out at him just looked for himTrouble man pushin powder just to put some for emNiggas on the block ??? sellin that methadone to provide for their home water runnin and lights onMake our ends meet even if it means meet in endSometimes having no sense keeps us the (?sin?)My lamentations A king's confessionsObsessions with my profession got these niggas stressin Cursin a blessin800
