Mark Muzik - Free (feat. Gunna Da Demon) Lyrics

No, I'm not
M-M-Mark Music
From the top to the bottom, nigga
From the top to the bottom

We're starting here, nigga
Doggy, doggy, doggy, doggy
Dog and dog
It's for the gang, everything for the gang

Look, we started from the bottom
Now it's 30 for the watches
Caskets full of diesel, per 30s when we poppin
Mind clear, bubble king of pressure in the closet

We just made it out the project, Section 8 is not our option
Outta town grindin', Pickett County, we got players
Eazy got the twister, he assist me, I'ma lay up
It's all about the re-up, drop a slab, look how it weigh up

We grindin' for the muscle, when we come up, we gon' stay up
O-B-H and Nuffin', Wayne Buffin', niggas shooters
Effin' with a stock, I threw a ladder on the Ruger
Sour diesel chief and roller facial, I'm a Hoover

She woke up without her makeup, then that bitch gon' need a Uber
Dimes in my jack, they aligned for this paper
I'm boy, I'm the plug, get a line, use the player
Sky from Jamaica, pop a perc soon as I wake up

My bitch look like models, no more Chewie from Abraya
For the lifers in the jail, I got lifers in my gang
I'ma pay for her abortion, I won't buy that bitch a ring
I'm the realest, I won't buy that bitch a thing unless she f*ckin

You're all on my duffel, bitch, I'm wavin' you a puddle
Pit of the muzzle, put my dick inside her stomach
Patagonia, windbreaker, that's weather man trouble
Knock it out the park, you gon' get this paper

Dimes in the duffel, I'ma switch, hit a playa.. naw
My mom told me you'd be dazed like this
Nights and the days fade like this
Thanks for shit, Dad, I love you, cuz

You truly taught me what a sucker was
Wish I never knew who the f*ck you was
Shot at the shot, swallow a bang
Voices in my head holler her name, I'm seeing these faces

Blood on my butters, start to see through these laces
Look at the animals peep through the cages
Stuck in the maze, been a couple of days
Starin' at this f*ckin' ceiling, stuck in the days

Wanna change, but I'm stuck in my ways
And besides, if I ain't trapped, how the f*ck to get paid
This a gang, niggas never win
My cousin Mark got a daughter turnin' seven, he got sevenin

I know he heard, he never met her
Besides a couple pictures and some letters
He got life, that nigga fillin' every letter
How it feel when you still alive

Tellin' you you will, so you feel how I feel or die
And you feel how I feel or die
Born Buddha, got me meditatin
Heavily medicated, real niggas dedicated

Wouldn't love me the same if I never made it, made it
Blowin Buddha, got me meditatin
Heavily medicated, real niggas dedicated
Wouldn't love me the same if I never made it

Straight to the cup, never faded, I feel like waiters
What you feel like when you wake up
My DNA make up different
Know it, but never say it, nigga

F*ckinn' what I say to niggas
You a plug or a player, nigga
I'm playin' pussy, y'all don't play with niggas
Forty, the situation, the game is relentless

Twenty-three, I got my way to ridiculous
Late from Italy, far as me made in the kitchen
I got ties with the Taliban
Niggas pussy, just wanna make

Girlfriend faggots, Vandross
Got a twat, cut your man's off
I'm like the drum bag, bad boss
No job, I'm a dead boss

I'ma die, you the head, bitch, I'm tryin
And you feel how I feel or die
Wow
Real niggas

Know I'm proud of that
Niggas